I love the stillness of the morning. The quiet. It is a raucous quiet
at times. She who rules the world is either telling me to "go away" so
she can have the house to herself, or "since you're home, all your
attention belongs to me." I'm not sure which--she gets the latter. Yes,
spoiled. We sit early on and watch the birds feast on the morning
spread. She actually is a gentle soul.
Outside, the quiet is lovely. The birds are full of spring--active, melodious or just plain
noisy--but alive and delighted to be so. The flowers have nothing to
say but are in touch with the wind--waiting for today's promised shower
of blessing. I shall have to get what work I can done before the rain. I
will work on the new beds again, and if the rain holds off until this
afternoon, I will mow the back--hoping to tempt the swallows to join me
this time. The beautiful can fly--soar. I love to sit on the hill in
the early morning too. The Bible I take with me is in my head. As I
grow older--and older--the Spirit has graciously written at least some
of His Word on my heart. Hidden, but quietly prodding and encouraging.
It's so easy to wake up in the morning, surrounded by the beauty of His
creative love and find something to complain about. The stillness of
the raucous quiet is my cure. Those He brings to mind--to heart--I can
whisper a prayer of blessing for their day. Nature's harmony with their
Creator can inspire a similar restful desire in my soul. He, too, is a
bird watcher, you know. And a lover of flowers. And a giver of rain--a
rain that brings life and beauty. What's that old saying? There can
be no rainbow without a storm--or something like that. Yes, a life--a
day--of storms can bring the reminder and the hope of His unchanging
eternal promises. He is the God of lovingkindness--don't you just love
that word?--of faithfulness, of truthful loyalty, of abiding presence.
Enjoy your day with Him. That is the very reason why He has given it to
you. So you can be glad in it. That's not so difficult a "command" to
embrace, is it? Off I go--to embrace the gift of my day. You do the
same. Love you.
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