Sitting with God when it's awkward

a weekly breathe question

The sky showers the earth as I write this — rain, rain, rain. Sometimes I think God gives us the weather to help us name what we feel inside, but can’t describe. Wet on my skin, chill in the air, the smell of soggy leaf piles, sploshes of unwanted mud on my white tennis shoes and ankles. Damp … everything. I can see, touch, and smell all of these while …