I went outside in my pajamas and slippers this morning to get a photo of the sunrise, as much as we see of it here. Even though I am usually awake at sunrise, I hardly ever go out of my way to see it. Sunrises and mornings are everlastingly hopeful, even after a dark night of tragedy (not that I had one of those last night).
For His anger is but for a moment,
His favor is for a lifetime;
Weeping may last for the night,
But a shout of joy comes in the morning.
Psalm 30:5
Think about uttering a shout of joy next time you see a sunrise – that’ll get you off to a good start.
I got my Daytimer all in order this morning – took out the old sheets from 2019 and replaced them with the untouched purity of the 2020 sheets. This also was a bit of a sunrise moment – it’s a new day, a new year! I’m looking forward to the satisfaction of checking things off my To Do list everyday with a shout of joy.
My walk yesterday doesn’t appear to have made a dent in the bronchitis going on in my lungs, but this did not keep me from going out again this morning in search of Destination Happy (see above photo), whatever that means. I found things and identified them, which made me feel like a bonafide nature lover. Here’s what I found:
I think these might be rabbit prints, but I could be persuaded that they belong to a squirrel.
And here we have a touching moment between two squirrels. They met, chattered, discussed the best places to find food, and then they parted. I was channeling Aragorn as I created this detailed tableau from the two sets of prints.
One of many deer prints I found. I’ve walked in that cemetery during the winter so many times and never once did I look at the ground. This was a day of seeing things that I usually overlook. Allow me to share with you a poem I found recently that I’d like to establish as my blog motto:
God be in my head,
And in my understanding;
God be in mine eyes,
And in my looking;
God be in my mouth
And in my speaking;
God be in my heart,
And in my thinking;
God be at my end and at my departing.
Anonymous, 16th century.
Thank you, Anonymous. I like the way you think.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning, a morning which will start with a shout of joy and hopefully not a lot of coughing.
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