Early Morning Musings

It’s just past 5 a.m., and already the thermometer reads 81 degrees—looks like we’re in for another scorcher. I’m up much too early, but sometimes the quiet calls before the sun does. I brewed a small pot of coffee, just two cups—saving the big one for when Mr. D wakes up. We’ve both been under the weather this past week, fighting off stubborn upper respiratory infections. Still feeling a little puny, but we're hanging in there together.

I would love nothing more than to sit out on the porch and greet the sunrise, but the heat and humidity are already heavy in the air. So instead, I’ll settle into the comfort of my home, cup in hand, and soak in the early morning stillness. It’s peaceful here—soft, sacred quiet before the world stirs awake. Honestly, I can’t imagine a better place to be.

I think Rusty may be up too—I see the gentle glow of his light spilling from under his door. Another day is beginning, slowly and quietly, just as I like it.

The Joy of Going to the House of the Lord

A Song of Ascents. Of David.

Psalm 122:1

I was glad when they said to me,

“Let us go into the house of the Lord.”

Blessings to All

Until Next Time