Psalm 92

Psalm 92: 1-4

It is good to give thanks to the LORD,

to sing praises to your name, O Most High;

to declare your steadfast love in the morning,

and your faithfulness by night,

to the music of the lute and the harp,

to the melody of the lyre.

For you, O LORD, have made my glad by your work;

at the works of your hands I sing for joy.

I awoke, O LORD, 

and You where still with me.

A retreat from my world 

into Your Arms,

Arms that will never leave me 

nor forsake me.

Thank you, Father, 

for the beauty of this world. 

The fall colors 
here in the North Georgia mountains ,
with the fog of early morning clinging to them, 
refresh and renew me and I know it is all a gift from You, 
evidence of Your ever-present love.  
Thank You for eyes to see 
You
this morning. 

May it always be so.  

Forgive me my busyness and hurry.  

Teach me to see 

and hear and experience

You

 in the everydayness of this life.

Thank you, Lord 

for Your loving kindness, 

which is new every morning.

Mornings in Alabama

As I settled into my cozy leather love seat, balancing my breakfast of blueberries, toasted muffin, and coffee, I glanced up to see the show playing outside of my sun room's glass wall. A squirrel was, as usual, gobbling up the bird feed in the feeder. He looked happy and that made me smile. A bite of muffin, a sip of coffee and I turned my attention to the ground beneath the feeder.

Her red feet caught my eye. A small brown/grey bird with scarlet feet! Who could make this stuff up!? I laughed aloud to myself. She had friends with her, all dressed as she was, and they seemed to be having fun as they shared breakfast. They bobbed along, pecking at the scattered seeds.

I picked up my handy Alabama Bird Guide and found out the names of my new friends. Mourning Dove, Zenaida macroure. Their name comes from their soft mourning cooing.

All in all, a gentle morning time with new friends. What a great way to start the day.