Morning

It is wonderful to awake to the morning mists. So mysterious and beautiful. Hearing the birds sing their morning greetings and being caught up in the wonderful country silence. It connects my soul to all that is and to the one who made us. 

I can't describe the healing within as I watch a turtle swim close to shore. Watching the sparrows fly across the lake. Feel the night dew settle heavily around me. It feeds my soul. 

I am reminded that even Jesus needed to get away from the crowds. Being renewed only enhances the work I do when I go back. It is not worth anything to cheat myself or the congregation by not taking this time. 

I am fed to be useful once again.