Greeted by fog as I ran this morning was kind of cool because the stars were out overhead but I couldn’t see the sides of the road. By the time I turned around to head home, the fog had lifted and the stars were gone. Now the fog is back and thick and wet. Everything feels damp and makes me think of my good friends in Georgia and fireflies.
Besides getting my day figured out, the very early morning always brings surprises in shooting stars or bright planets, the ISS passing overhead or the full moon lighting my way. It’s a quiet kind of blessing in an otherwise hectic day, filled with the noise of life. I find peace there, talk to God there, dream there, pray for those I hold dear there, pray for those I don’t know there; and by the time I finish, check the fencer and pry all the gravel out of the bottom of my shoes, I’m ready for whatever the day brings.
If only I could figure out how to hold onto that peaceful knowing that everything will be fine, in the midst of daily life!