It’s a beautiful Virginia morning and I’m watching, coffee in hand, creation stir in Marianne’s garden and on into the yard and woods as the sun rises…
“Morning Has Broken”
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dew fall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day
~ Traditional Hymn
Crossroad Junction 
Ahhh…Virginia mornings…how I miss them! Yet as I enjoy a similar cup of coffee I find that God’s creation in West Texas inspires as well…from the roadrunner that hurries across my yard (likely looking for rattlesnakes) to the bunnies munching on summer squash in the garden to the magnificent big sky with giant thunderheads and an unobscured view of plains and low hills. What a marvelous variety He has provided for us!
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Donna, we all miss the “Lang Gang”, but enjoy the pictures you sometimes post on Facebook with scenes from Texas. I especially remember some of the pictures – if I remember correctly – of fields of bluebells in bloom.
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enjoying the same creation here in runkles gap at the foot of the massanutten mountains. In the heart of the Shenandoah Valley – from creation, these things provided to sustain us, – But only the Spirit of the Living God to reside in us to proper us spiritually- with life joy, and satisfaction in Gods favor and salvation -( regardless of our outward conditions) are the poor in spirit ( the humble who rate themselves insignificant) for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. – a little help this morning from the amplified, and – Tozier –
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