Morning stirs in the trees behind the house as clouds dance across a sky ripe for light and fresh for color. The RA RA RA ruckus of sand hill cranes meeting for morning vespers by the lake shore nearby stirs the air and sound waves bang together with RA RA RA tweet tweet tweet, and the baby birds in the tree behind the fence take a stirring, daring flight toward the oak in the backyard. They flitter into the treetop and stir the leaves so slightly waking the gray squirrels sending them on a scurrying flight up one branch and down another. Lizards, green and black, run up the screen and pause to see who's watching. Red necks bulge and secret messages stir across the air waves as rendezvous are hatched. Morning stirs and so do I as I pour a fresh cup of fragrant coffee mixing in sweet cream and sitting for just awhile in my special place on the back porch untouched, yet, by any perceived slights the day might bring, reveling in grace.
Come and see what God has done; he is awesome
in his deeds among mortals.
Psalm 66:5
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