The other day, when life was not too busy, and the morning was cool, Bernie and I walked together to the end of our street. The street is a cul-de-sac, and there are just three houses to walk past before reaching our mail box, and the end of the street.
After that short stroll through the neighborhood we walked about five or six minutes more, following a trail through the woods, through a prairie area, and through another patch of woods (so deep you can not see the sky when you look up...)
And then we came to the lake...
We sipped coffee, read, talked, prayed, and savored God's goodness to us.
We marveled at God's creation.
Being together in the morning now is especially sweet. We share our coffee, the paper, and talk at the beginning of the day.
Some times we have devotions over the breakfast table, sometimes a little later sitting together on the living room couch.
We had never gone to the lake for our morning devotional time before, but had often thought about it.
It was good the other day to make the dream become a reality.
The soft sounds of the lake and woods, the lapping of water and the song of the birds...so precious to us, we who grew up in the Southern California suburbs.
But like the blue flower growing at the water's edge (with a bloom that will only last one day...) we may be scarred a bit, but nevertheless we continue to bloom.
It is God's grace and bounty to us.
Here, now, in these seasons of time, still together.