I wrap my hands around my steaming cup of strong coffee. Saturday morning, I don’t have to rush off anywhere.

So I sit and look out of my back door. It’s dark, and I can hardly make out the trees out there.

So I sit with my coffee in hand, and I ponder the goodness of my God.I love being here.

And then, I can make out the trees, their dark form against a somewhat lighter backdrop.I can’t tell how and when it actually happens, the increments of time all run into each other, but now the trees are more than a shape, and I notice the branches.

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And the leaves.

It is  day time now, and I even make out the individual blades of grass beyond the patio.

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My coffee is cold in the cup and it is completely bright out there. I check my watch–I have been sitting here for 45 minutes.

I witnessed day break as light gently pushed the darkness out, one millisecond at a time, one fraction of an inch after the other. I cannot tell you exactly how it happened–it was subtle, and soft and tender. And darkness could not resist the pull of light peeling it away.

The birds are singing loudly now. And they remind me that light breaking darkness also replaces the silence of hopelessness with the shout of joy.

I think I need to go sing with my birds.

Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 Home,SDG, Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing Home,Play Dates with God, Monday Musings, Hear it on Sunday,Inspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s Story, Into the Word, In and Around Mondays,OYHT, Gratituesday,Titus2Tuesdays,Extraordinay,Lessons from Ivy,Denise in Bloom, Sweet Blessings, Faith Filled Friday,Finding Joy,WholeHearted Home, Mom’s the Word, Reclaiming a Redeemed Life, Still Saturday. Wildcrafting Wednesdays, WFMW

 

 

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