This week the prompt was every day.
Every day this week there have been little pictures of clouds covering even smaller pictures of the sun.
Every day the winds have blown strong and the heat I've been craving has been kept away, every day.
Every day the flowers wait to find their home, planted in rich prairie soil. Instead they sit in small plastic pots and trays, ladies in waiting, wanting to thrive.
Every day I look to the skies. Every day evening rolls in with much left to be done.
Every day I say a prayer for the farmers who also wait, every day, to put their future in ground that is too wet to work.
Every day I say thanks to the One Who knows; when the clouds will break, when the sun will shine, when the chill in the air will be chased away by Summer's heat; for He knows the secrets of yesterday, today and tomorrow, the promise of every day.
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