Looking out the living room window I can see the rain pouring down. The day is grey, but inside it is comfortable and cheerful. I feel sorry for my dad and brother as I think of them working in the cold rain, and hope it's not long before they're finished for the day. I'm sitting on the couch, writing about Elizabeth I, Mary, Queen of Scots, and John Knox on my brother's laptop, listening to How To Train Your Dragon soundtrack. And now I'm writing my 50th blog post.
It's a grey day, but a good day. A day for feeling overwhelmed by God.