There is something idyllic about summer mornings. The heat of the mid-day and late afternoon are only a hint at 8 am. Their omnipresent sun are not even felt at that hour. The trees in my yard block its rising so that our back porch is protected from the specter of the rays to come.
The birds are a collection of work projects at that hour. On my back porch their rushing here to there is apprehended through their chirping and constant flight from tree to ground to tree. Quail, jays, robins, and woodpeckers form the congregation of my backyard. They are a choir of singers expertly led by the director of the universe.
Sipping my coffee and speaking to God make this summer morning a project of my own. To know the Creator through His creation, to sense His power and His masterwork, to give way to His awesome continuing action on the earth is the foundation for ultimate pleasure.
This summer morning, in the hand of God, I praise Him for His grace and the excellence of His artistry.
Wow, I have to go back and reread and absorb your words and thoughts…this is very deep and yet so simple, that the most commonplace thing – the start of the day – can fly past us without us stopping to thank God for the moment and life at that hour. Thanks for making me stop and think and plan on being up early tomorrow so I can sit out on my porch swing and commune with the Creator.