Morning has broken like the first morning. TIS 156.
The sun did nothing spectacular when it came over the horizon on one cold winter morning, but minutes later amidst the morning fog and icy frost it hung ghost like from the shifting fog that had covered its face, a breath-taking perfect circle of colourless shifting silver. all was so still and quiet except for a beautiful solo from a lone magpie. it was a very special moment, a God moment and I recalled a quote from Macrina Wiederkehr which said: such things, such experiences are where we meet God face to face without dying. Every new day is like looking God straight in the eye, its as simple as that.
Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ.
Anne, servant of the Lord
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