As I stepped downstairs this morning, I was surprisingly overjoyed to see that frost had covered our lawn like a blanket. It was relatively early, about 7 o'clock, the house was still asleep... except for me. I love those moments. I love them because they are the only time during the day that I can be alone with my Lord. There is something about the morning that is so soothing and tranquil. In our living room, there is a picture of a sunrise coming over these emerald green hills. On it there is apart of Psalm 5, which says;
"In the morning, O Lord, You hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before You and wait in expectations".
I love that image. I think of myself waking up to the dawn, somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. The sky would bleed orange and red, and I would just sit there, being in a state of captivation by my Maker. I'd have a dog too. He'd be running through the little meadow beneath the mountain. I would watch him from a distance. His name would be Jonah and he would be a Golden Retriever. Just me, Jonah, and Jesus.
I get so excited just thinking about that. I daydream about moments like those a lot.
But, Ohio will have to do. It was a beautiful morning. Jesus was present in our living room, and on our porch. And that is all I need.
JN
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