Source: The Process Part 1
The birds are silent, nestled wherever they go when the sun goes down. The sky outside my window is dark yet here in my kitchen I sit nestled myself, in a pool of warm lamp light sipping coffee and slowly slipping into the coming dawn. Life is good today, at least here on the farm it is. Later this morning I will struggle as I journey out side the harbor of my little life to encounter the harsh realities of the open world, a world that wreaks havoc and turmoil . I take with me the quiet of the morning, the peace of the dawn, the first note, of the first song sang by the first bird and the love of my savior.Praying I can make one tiny corner of this world a bit better for having been there. Oh, and the light…I am taking the light with me too.