“My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning” (Psalm 130:6). Something about mornings brings hope. I believe it is related to a life force within us that rises, like the mercury in a thermometer, with each new day. As I read that verse from Psalm 130, I can imagine a […]
Feb 19, 2018
Those Wakeful Hours Before Dawn
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Do you ever wake up in the wee, small hours of the morning, as Frank Sinatra sang, those hours before dawn, and find thoughts running through your head that wouldn’t be there any other time of the day? It’s as if in the busyness of daylight hours, my mind is full of the activities or […]
Jan 8, 2018
And the Fog Settled Gently All Around
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As soft as a whisper, as silent as a shadow, fog sifts through starkly bare trees and shutters the town in a damp grayness. Perspective changes; familiar things become alien. Across the street, something moves. A cat shadow creeps from behind a tree and moves with focused intensity across the lawn. What mission is she […]
Oct 31, 2017
Tidying Up the End of a Month
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The coffee pot chuffs and chuckles as it finishes brewing those energizing cups of Folgers. I push my mug under the spout and relish the aroma. Hot, black and satisfying, it marks the start of a brand new day. I carry my warm mug back to the computer, set it on the desk, and think […]
Jul 16, 2017
A Nice, Warm, Old-Fashioned Kind of Day
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Yesterday was a warm, old-fashioned kind of day–well, actually, it was hot! And, guess what happened? My air conditioner stopped putting out cool air. This is the third time this summer that it has just given up. Is it old and tired? Is the heat too much for it? Have I not been properly grateful […]
Jun 19, 2017
Saying Good Morning to an Early June Day
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What is there about an early spring morning before the sun comes up, when the grass is soggy with yesterday’s rain? The air is hushed and listening for the robin’s song and the dove’s call to announce a new beginning. Leaves are still except when the whisper of a breeze stirs them. The wonder of […]
