Free-falling (I)

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Early evening drizzle.

Raindrops fall quickly on the surface of the pond; the koi swim hurriedly around underneath.

There are many ripples. Unceasing. Every one of them a perfect circle that radiates outwards with energy and purpose.

Over and over again.

How is it that such perfection and liveliness can come out of seemingly imperfect, sad raindrops?

Because I AM.

Tears become treasures.

Rain yields refinement.

Free-falling abandon splashes its way to perfect fruit.

Over and over again.

I want to say He is enough.

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About lilac butterfly

Live. Love. Learn. Laugh. Write. Draw. Colour. Blend. Play. Dream. Cry. Reflect. Pray. Sing. Worship. Bake. Cook. Rest. Give thanks.

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