Perspective

It is ridiculously late (for me) when I wake. At first, I’m dismayed when I realize that I’ve overslept and that the sun is already up. I’ve missed the sweetest hours. Then I remember the reason: that I was awake long during the night, and that some wisdom came in those solitary silent hours.

And it is well.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.

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