Good Morning…
Being the first awake at our writers’ retreat offers a plethora of pleasures. I embody Richard Foster’s quote: my “spirit is on tiptoe – alert and listening.” The air is dark. Alone time, peaceful. Quiet rings in my ears as I perch on the open-air porch, filling my open-blank journal.
What is that sound? Critters rub their wings. Birds sing a morning melody. A truck barrels by. One acorn drops. Water drops drizzle. A sneaky squirrel scampers. Headlights shine their way up the mountain road.
As dawn dawns, leaves dance in the breeze silhouetted by misty fog. A chipmunk leaps up the stone walk, frolicking into the forest. A branch drops in the woods, just to my right. A single bird squawks loudly, just to my left. The crisp coolness caresses my blanket-wrapped skin. The porch light flickers, quick off and back on. More acorns drop down. More cars drive up. The chorus of creation sings in surround sound, “Good morning to you, Sue. Good morning to you.”
When we are still, we know God is moving.
“Be still, and know that I am God! I will be honored by every nation. I will be honored throughout the world” (Psalm 46:10, NLT).
…Sue…
