Saturday morning, I walk with "the girls," either blood or adopted, in St. Cloud, Florida, between the hours of 6:45AM and 7:30AM, you might see us if you get out that early. It's a comfortable consistency. I knew when I walked out of the garage to the car this morning the sky was going to be unspeakably beautiful because it was off to a brilliant start. It did not disappoint; it entertained. The afterglow of it brought a little tune to my mind that I sang in my first grade glass with Mrs. Michael. I think I sang it in second grade, too, but I am not sure about that. I remember this; we sang it with a comfortable consistency. You may have learned this tune if you are a baby-boomer. The words are easy, and you can hum along if you know it. Here it is: Good morning to you. Good morning to you. We're all in our places with bright shiny faces. Oh, this is the way to start a new day. tra la la... Now, I know that's not earth shaking, or is it? It was a piece of my puzzle, a developer for my picture, a meme for my mind. I think I'll just sing it for awhile, only this time with gusto...Oh, this is the WAAAYYY to start a new day!
Listen to my voice in the morning, Lord. Each morning I bring my requests to you and wait expectantly.
Psalms 5:3
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