“And there was evening and there was morning, the third day.”
Genesis 1:13 ESV
I’d love to know all the birds by name, be able to identify them by their conversation, their song.
A cardinal intruded politely on a catch up session with friends yesterday. We were laughing and agreeing on our take on things when it happened.
It flew in front of us, a brilliant display. I announced, “a red bird”. They smiled, knowing my story and because they both know I’d never say “cardinal”, not the proper way.
I woke this morning not as I planned, 5:00 a.m and I had it all mapped out in my mind, finish what you started last night when both you and your printer stalled.
Instead, three times slapping at the 6:30 bell, I slumbered well.
Prepared my coffee grounds to discover my French press is not going press the way it’s supposed to again today.
I turn towards the birdsong remembering my mornings before, let the Lab out, notice the coming day.
I miss him, I miss those days.
Touching the morning, allowing it to touch me.
So, I stepped out to pay attention.
I noticed mist, a lacy veil above the moist green grass, the sky, a pale pink horizon and roses are early bloomers, startling red!
Back inside to correct the coffee, I leave the door open to listen, allowing the morning to come in.
Settled in my morning spot with little time to sit, I think and say it again.
Lord, order my day. Amen
The geese are on their way to the pond. I hear them.
Hear my mama, “Here they come!”
Begin again, start again. Rise and walk new ways.
God knows your hopes, mercy leads the way. Follow the sure pattern, soar with ease and sure direction.
Continue and believe.