Sunrise Service

Another early morning and I’m out in the yard in my pajamas, camera in hand, trying to capture an image of the skies declaring the glory of God.

This barefoot sixty-year-old woman, with sleep-tousled hair who is dodging spray from the sprinklers and lifting her Canon in praise, is having church out there.

Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

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.
2 comments
  1. This has all the hallmarks of worship. Thanks for inviting me into your private space this morning, Linda!

    1. Worship, indeed, Marian. There are so many opportunities in a day when we pay attention.

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