One of my most favorite days are those that beg you to turn on some classic Margaret Becker, change in to your sweats, and get lost on the couch with your favorite blanket. The soft pelting of rain outside always being faithful to lull you away in a sleep that seems to go on forever.
After a while, you gently wake up to the smell of coffee and notice your spouse curled up in a chair, taking in the heat from her mug, looking longingly at the clouds and rain outside. You hear some soft celtic music playing in the background, and then doze off again. Quiet rest….
Those days don’t come often, but God seems to always bring them when they are most needed.