It’s Saturday before dawn in a different house than our own.
I keep the dog quiet, keep quiet with him.
Similar routine, just a different setting surrounded by my same books and such.
Quiet, quietly we sit.
God is not found in multiplicity, but in simplicity of thoughts and words. Margaret Mary Hallahan
A coughing sound once and then again, we hope they’ll sleep just a tad bit more.
Because the birds are now talking, sounds like just two or three and the big brown dog shifts to follow, staring stoically towards the terrace as voices from early walkers seep in.
Then he sighs, he’s got me, no worries.
I’ve got him.
I quiet him, hold him steady with one foot over his hips.
He’s good again, we’re good and God is talking, we’re listening.
I’m taking notes, writing thank you’s and feeling loved.
“So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us…”
1 John 4:16 ESV