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Monday, March 8, 2010

God in the Morning


I think it is in this morning time, as the sun begins to burn off the fog and the deer prints still remain in the dew that God himself waits for us. I am reminded of the song "In the Garden". It reads...."I go to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses.....and he walks with me and he talks with me, and he tells me I am his own. And the joy we share as we tarry there, no other has ever known."

There is a certain silence in the morning that will not be found until the following dawn. A special gift given to those of us who live in a place like Whisper Creek, is that it is easier to hear the voice of God. I find myself looking out into the field in the morning. I sometimes wonder what it is I am looking for and then I realize I am searching for a promise that God is there. And then a deer steps out of the forest and looks at me. Or a chickadee lands on the tree limb and sings to me.

Morning time in my home is feeding time for the animals. I step outside only to be greeted by 12 cats who are waking up and stretching, looking forward to another good day. The guinea pigs have started their early morning whistles and run toward me while they await their turn to eat. The dogs all begin waging their tales in anticipation of a warm morning meal. When all that is done, I walk to the mailbox to get the morning paper only to enjoy my kitty escort to the box and back. The fish are then all awake and waiting to eat and the birds are chirping and reminding me that they are next in line. It is a wondrous time and one that always makes me smile. I think "This is what I live for."

It is in nature that I find God. It is in moments of peace, not in hours of sermons, that I hear his voice. We each must find our place where we can hear him. At Whisper Creek, in the gentle movement of the water, I look at my reflection. Behind me he stands. Ever gentle, ever present. He need not speak in words. He has spoken in his creation and part of his creation...how grateful I am to say it....is me.

 May I always be reminded of that and feel forever blessed.

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