It's raining. It's Friday night. I have walked the dogs, Alex is with his mom and Bob is asleep. It's quiet.
Sometimes, when it is too quiet, it feels lonely or boring.
But, sometimes, when you are satisfied with your day and tired enough that thoughts are not racing through your mind, quiet is perfect.
Thank you Lord for quiet. For moments of repreive. For rest.
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