perfect...

I am far from it. I keep learning that more and more every day. Despite this fact, I'm beginning to love mornings. Not because I am a morning person (there is little hope for me there), but because I can wake up and be fully drenched in God's mercies... I love it.

There is something about being still. I think David and the other authors of the Psalms hit it right on the head when you see a little caption that looks like this: Selah

I never really understood what this truly meant until I intentionally practiced sitting and doing nothing, but reflect and let God speak into my heart. There is nothing that recharges me more than this. My soul is at peace... even when my surroundings are in turmoil, I still have the morning to look forward to.

my poor, neglected blog

Ever since the insurgence of 'facebook' I have rarely posted here... I think most of my once-loyal followers have long since retired from checking this here blog...
I'm sorry random, contemplative.. it's not you, it's me.
You have always been here waiting for me like a faithful, golden retriever... (sigh)

perhaps I'll blog again.
perhaps the millions of followers will once again, someday, see our relationship blossom.

goodbye my LOOOOOOOOOOVVVVEE!!!!