A Quiet Morning

There is nothing quite like a summer Sunday morning. The neighborhood is asleep so all human voices and cars are still. The birds are singing their praises to our Heavenly Father.  A heron  has just  flown away from our pond, looking like some prehistoric bird as he takes flight. Warm gentle breezes blow in through the window beckoning me outside.  I venture out onto the deck, wondering where my husband has gone to...I find him on the bench in our backyard reading his Bible.   It is time for my prayer walk...

I am so thankful that we found this piece of ground and built here. It is our sanctuary.  It is where we come after a long, hard day at work, knowing that we'll  find love and peace and quiet here.