I write as I experience a rooftop experience…literally. I am reclining on the church/school rooftop, resting in a valley…staying tuned to the foreboding radar picture…rain is 80 miles away.
I am the reward. The students in my school raised the funds (actually more than doubled what was needed to put me on the roof for this afternoon) last week to help build a website for our ministry.
Down below, they have come and cheered; they have been thrown their candy. Now they are back to class, and I get the quiet…my reward. They are below, quietly studying I presume (or initiating a coup). I am sitting above on an overcast fall day with my four layers protecting me from the 52 degrees of Fahrenheit. The fall colors cheer my soul. I look forward to delving soon back into my book…if they would stop coming out to enjoy their reward.
The newspaper guy will be here soon.