A new, fresh start.
If I get up early enough,
I get to see the sunrise.
The fresh dew.
I hear the birds tweeting as they fly from tree to tree.
The day begins fresh.
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Now that our children are grown,
The mornings are quiet.
Usually, I can ease into my day quietly.
In good weather, I love to go outside
To look at my plants.
What is blooming?
Are any vegetables growing?
Are they getting ripe?
Occasionally, I pull a weed or two.
But at this time of year, I can’t do that.
There are only dead stems or weeds growing now.
GOD has placed me in this garden…I need to care for it.
It is a metaphor of my life.
I like to look at the garden where GOD has placed me.
With the people I influence or who influence me,
I watch and listen.
Of course, I talk too…sometimes too much.
But I like to encourage and care for my garden.
It often feels very random.
But in the end, GOD leads and guides.
I wish I was more in order.
Since this last move, I haven’t been.
I keep trying. But it doesn’t happen.
It seems I’m being called to minister out of weakness
instead of strength
It seems that more and more,
I am having to minister out of weakness.
I would like to be able to be more together.
But it doesn’t happen.
So each morning, I get up.
I give my day to Jesus.
It turns out looking rather weird.
But in the end, GOD seems to be glorified some days.
I guess it is worth it.
***I’m sure I went over 5 minutes. I set the timer and it didn’t go off. Whoops!
*****For those who know me, you know I’m not known to be a morning person. But since Ron’s stroke, I’m usually up considerably earlier than I used to be.