A Day For Slowing And Relaxing

The Moors

The rain had persisted for yet another day.  After pulling on my boots, I stepped out onto the deck. Each step to the barn was a soggy one. White-gray fog hugged the ground, and as I looked around I felt like surely this must be what the Moors of England look like. The grassy fields, low places in the earth, swampy with water, and enshrouded in fog. There was a still quietness in the morning hours, with the exception of 3 geese honking their arrival at the winter lake across the road, followed by their wet splashes.

This is the kind of morning that is made for warm sweaters, a hot cup of coffee, and maybe a good book or movie. This is the time for quiet pondering as I watched the rivulets of water slide down the kitchen window.

A day for slowing down and relaxing.

“Cease striving and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” The LORD of hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our stronghold. Selah.  Psalm 46:10-11