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Early in the morning, I slip out of our room.
The cabin is silent except for the soft sound of birds singing their morning blessings.
Bible in hand, journal propped open, pen posed for writing, I allow my fingers to do the talking, listening carefully for the still small Voice.
The sun is just beginning it's morning assent, flooding the mist covered lake with a gentle, calming light.
Good morning, Lord.
My soul whispers as I imagine His hands painting this masterpiece right before my eyes, a reminder of His promises, His steadfastness, His never ending presence.
Another day filled with grace, mercy, and a love I can't even begin to fathom.
My heart whispers thanks simply for the blessing of a new day.
And my fingers begin forming letters, words, sentences as I allow His words to penetrate my life.
Peace, like a river, or a quiet lake in the middle of God's creation, attends my soul.
Captivated by Him, I am ready to begin, a fresh start, a new beginning, a hope filled promise for the future, knowing without a doubt that it is well with my soul.
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Linking up with Heather for this week's Just Write.
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