I love to awaken before the rest of my family is up.
This is especially true in the summer time, when the windows are opened.
The house is so very quiet.
The only sounds are the sounds of my computer keys clicking as I start my day with God, through the ends of my fingertips, as my soul gets poured out in the daily reminder that it truly is a wonder-filled life.
But, in the summer my morning quiet time is less quiet, but even more wonder-filled.
The dawn chorus of many birds sing through the open windows.
I hear the crazy neighborhood woodpecker, who keeps mistaking the metal lamp standard for wood.
I hear the bark of one dog, leading to a frenzied conversation between all dogs withing hearing distance of each other.
On the rare morning the nearby coyotes call out their morning song.
And then there is the sun, something that is a rare sight during the winter months, but one that we see almost daily in the summer. Some mornings it’s brilliance through the trees beckons me to emerge from my house, and stand in wonder as it peeks from behind every tower in it’s path.
And the sun illuminates the magical creations of the spiders, webs edged in dew …
the brilliance of the colors of the flowers in my garden …
the vivid greens of the grass and leaves.
And I am drawn in to the creation
which draws me to the Creator
it truly is
a wonder-filled life!
itsawonderfilledlife 