POURING

i am not a pessamist. i am not usually grumpy in the morning. i do not like to make people mad or sad or hurt or frustrated or disgruntled. i am flexible. but.......................... the old saying of "when it rains it pours" is true. i'm feeling bruised by the drops, soaked from the downpour, cold from the constant barage, and tired of not being able to stop it. today is one of those days where i will be driven to find shelter outside of myself because my covering is full of holes. "under his wings i will safely abide forever"- i'm claiming it, i'm asking for complete trust, and i'm just trying to be still and catch my breath.