I wake up. My body stirs. I rise. My feet touch the floor. I feel the cold.
I make the short way to the kitchen and start a coffee for myself. I am alone.
There is quiet. No one to see to, they are all living adulthood.
My nest this morning is pleasant with much potential and things to do.
As I stand in the darkened front room my thoughts wander. You are there.
In my workroom I open the blinds and morning has barely made itself known,
I hear that birdsong trilling from the tall trees just outside my window and I see
The lovely uneven treeline reaching to the sky. They have stood all night. You are there.
Your spirit of goodness is always there, that spirit of care. I often don't realize.
My mind competes with your presence with thoughts of must haves and must dos.
Plans that impinge on the truth I dwell in. I close them all down, every care and draw on you,
You are here.
This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it. Psalms 118:24
Lord, your love fills the earth. Psalm 119:64
Linda Dulin 2/04/2019 A.M.
DAY ONE Organizing my home workspace.
Systematically combing through from corner to corner.
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