Before Dawn


Waiting for water to boil for my tea, I look over the top of the window blind toward the eastern sky. The darkest days are behind us; I can do that now.

Above the silhouette of the hills floats a small cloud formation. I watch as it grows increasingly smaller then disappears completely in the sky that is ever-so-slightly lighter now.

It’s okay.

I sense a whisper.

In the quiet first moments of the day, through the simplicity of an eastern sky, the Creator speaks and I respond. This is the way of the kingdom.

I lift the kettle, pour boiling water over tea leaves and watch them dance. While the tea steeps I settle Maya on a blanket on the sofa in the den and, with Murphy tucked under my arm, return to the kitchen. A perfect mug of chocolate chili chai tea pours from the steeper into my pottery mug.

And day begins.

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I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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