The rain is falling.
The skies are gray.
But here inside the children play.
We pile the blankets to make our "nests"
The colors speak, our home is blessed.
With play-doh and song
These are simple days
But a mother's heart, offers up her days
The love and mercy that she deeply needs,
are found and freely given at her Savior's feet.
Acts 14: 17 Yet he has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy."