She didn't make it to the roof this morning. Distractions kept her from it until after lunch.
The normally cool surface burned her toes and she ran across it to the far corner. Over the patio, kitchen, living room, and finally right above her own bedroom, where a patch of shade kept the shingles cool.
She lay back and covered her eyes with her arm, shading them from the sun.
This was where she went when she needed to be alone; when she wanted to write to God; talk to him; sing to Him. This was where she went when she had a song in her heart, and needed to play around with words before they made their way to paper. This was where she went when she had to think things through; when she wanted to listen to birds and feel the wind.
This was her spot.
Over and out,
P.S. I'm leaving in two days for my speech league's National Championship, so I'm not quite sure if I'll be able to post every day. I'll do my best, but no promises. It would be lovely if you would keep everyone's travels and the tournament itself in your prayers. Blessings!