I needed to head out before I got this morning's post up...
Better late than never😅💗
I 'adopted' a bit of Anne of Green Gables' logic this morning
as I headed outdoors for my morning 'commune' with
my Heavenly Father...
In Ontario we are accustomed to white landscapes in February
making this year's gray-blue-bronze panoramas seem sort of surreal!
The music of a new day starts to play upon the air
Earth emerges from beneath the soft surge of morning-tide
Where something like a greeting hymn and something like a prayer
Erases slumber’s eulogy from waking countryside
Hope’s precedence persuades us to face forward and look up
And bids us by the grace of God, once more to hoist faith’s cup
And trust Him for whatever spills to overflow its brim
Then sing to Him, whose love anoints/appoints each virgin steppingstone
And bow before the one whose perfect will, will lead the way
And worship He who shepherds us through valleys of Unknown
And trust the Hand that orchestrates each moment of each day
The music of a new day crescendos and fills the sky
A little like a lilting celestial serenade
Or like a welkin minuet that kindles love's reply
With raised voices, to rejoice in this day the Lord has made
© Janet Martin
Psalm 5:3
My voice You shall hear in the morning, O LORD;
In the morning I will direct it to You, And I will look up.
and proclaim Your loving devotion in the morning.
For You are my fortress,
my refuge in times of trouble.
Lamentations 3:22-23
English Standard Version
22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;[a]
his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
