As one of my seminary classmates would often say in response to something he heard in a lecture or in a message in chapel...my, my, my. That describes the first moving-around hour of my morning. As you can probably guess I was out early this morning and what a glorious hour it was as I arrived at the lake about 30 minutes before sunrise. There was a low fog moving over the water, the cool air led me to wear long sleeves (unusual at this time of the year), ducks and geese were doing their thing, I saw the young duck family, and I also was blessed by the
Watching the ruach move across the lake and hearing the birdsong was a moment of sacredness for me today. Thanks for sharing!