TAKING TIME FOR A MOMENT OF PEACE

Lately, I have been putting pen to paper to write my thoughts. I need to train my brain to think on a keyboard as well. But there’s just something about a good pen on high-quality paper. It just flows.

I absolutely love the view from my writing window. The early ground fog rising from the river bottom. The sun peeking up over the hill. The neighbor’s cows lined up and meandering the cattle path on their way to get a drink from the pond.

And the dew. The dew glistening. The mama birds chirping. Come, baby, it's time to spread your wings and fly.

I cling to the peace of this moment. Draw deep breaths of clean morning air. Stare at our beautiful old maple tree, that I know might just outlive me.

Will my children discover the peace of this place? Will they live lives so busy that they forget to stop and drink in the morning?

Would they see the three birds evenly spaced on the power line...perfectly spaced...and two fly away...leaving just the one...and miss the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit...three in One...always here...waiting for these quiet moments for us to discover Them?