All my words feel all used up. Talking instead of typing. Hard words. Not fun words. Fearful words. Backbone words. I didn't want to come back to this valley, yet I'm here. And two days of quiet have left me wondering. And I keep saying I can't hear Him.....and then the rains come in a sprinkle. And I know. He's here. And perhaps that's all that matters. Thankful.