Sunday, August 27, 2017

“Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.”

~ Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art

It is a still Sunday morning and the sun has not yet risen. Sometime during the night Gerry opened the door in our bedroom affording me a perfect view, from my bed, of the mountain top the sun will soon peek over. The cedars stand tall and still, a hummingbird stops by for a drink, In the distance a coyote calls.

Oh! There she is: sunrise. Day begins.

My husband and dog still slumber as I welcome the day. Petitions come later, first a simple thank you for the sun in my eyes and the air in my lungs and the peace in my heart at this moment. In these first moments of the day I choose not to look behind, or ahead, or even around. I choose to look up which is, after all, around.

I listen as this God who knew me, and chose me, and loves me whispers in these first still moments of the morning. And it is well.


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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