I thank God for the morning, for the freshness of rain-washed air, for new light as it clears away the shadows of the night. I thank God for the promise of another day that comes with the rising sun, as surely and certainly as it has since the beginning of time. I thank God for […]
Mar 12, 2019
Sunrise
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“My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning” (Psalm 130:6). Something about sunrise and 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 […]
Feb 27, 2019
The Cold Comes Creeping
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The morning is dark and gray. A silent, shivery mist hovers among the trees, settling onto the ground, bringing back the cold of winter. I pour my first cup of Folgers and ask Nemo if he’d like a cup, but he declines. He will come and sit with me while I write, but he […]
Dec 31, 2018
On a Damp, Dark Morning as the Year Fades
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This is a damp, dark morning as the year fades into memory. Do you ever wake up in the morning with a song on your mind for no apparent reason? This morning, I woke up with You’ll Never Know, a 1943 song, running through my head. It’s a very pretty love song, but what that […]
Nov 20, 2018
The Meadow: Nature’s Canvas
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Autumn moves through the meadow, rearranging it in muted colors. As the sun shines on tall grasses, they gleam with the silver of seed tufts. Thistles, whose purple crowns swayed in the breeze only a few weeks ago, now wear cotton thatches. Goldenrod, touched by frost, bows its bronzed blooms. The meadow mirrors passing […]
Oct 23, 2018
Tuesday Morning Thoughts
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One of the hard things about finishing a book is keeping hands off while the dust settles. Do you know what I mean? I have a tendency to go over and over the manuscript, adding a word, taking out a phrase, just picking at it when actually, I should give it and my mind […]
