We need deliberately to call to mind the joys of our journey. Perhaps we should try to write down the blessings of one day. We could never end; there are not pens or paper enough in all the world. George A Buttrick
Slow learner that I am, I’m still trying to count deliberately.
a sleeping household
birds’ sunrise song
sunlight through the trees
slanting ribbons of light on lawn
fresh, cool morning air
time in the Word.
Lord, you have been our dwelling place
throughout all generations.
Before the mountains were born
or you brought forth the whole world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.