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Morning by Morning



I love early mornings. I especially love mornings on my back porch.


Sunbeams dance on the porch. A gentle breeze stirs the tree branches. Dew drops sparkle on the grass. The pleasant, pungent smell of damp earth. Cottony white clouds float across the pale blue sky. A dove softly coos. A blue jay squawks. Cicadas sing.


A blanket of peace covers me. Joy consumes me.


I sit quietly and watch the day emerge.


The sunbeams shift and get a little warmer. Golden rays land on the brilliant fuchsia crepe myrtle blooms. The leaves on the magnolia tree capture the sunlight; its new leaves translucent, the mature leaves a deep waxy green. A large spider web appears; woven carefully between two high branches, it sways in the breeze. The cicadas’ song gets louder. A crow's caw violates the peaceful moment.


Within a few moments, brilliant sunlight consumes the porch. The heat makes my skin tingle. Shadows shift. The spider web disappears. The birds have moved on. The cicadas have hushed. Street noise invades the quiet.


Yet, the dove still coos.


The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.

~ Lamentations 3:22-23

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