The moon, a faint crescent, hung low on the horizon, tipping its hat goodbye. The first hint of the rising sun lit the eastern sky. I love this time of the day, fresh, and full of possibility. I stretched under the warmth of the blanket, my mind turning to those I love.
“Keep them safe today,” I prayed “Hold them close so that they feel your love and comfort.”
The birds woke up and began singing their songs. A gentle wind rustled the leaves of the sycamore tree, and God took my hand and placed it on His heart.
What a fine morning, full of love, hope, and promise. Full of God!