Glorious

It is glorious in Kentucky this morning. Everything is electric-Ireland green, the early morning temp is in the 50's, no humidity, and the sun is shining. The spring air is crisp, carrying the song of birds joining together in a cantata. Absolutely glorious.

If you're reading this from afar, you might not know that I am blessed to be able to enjoy all these sights and sounds from the front porch of a log house on a rolling Kentucky landscape. Our three horses are grazing in the front field, while our one smart dog and one dumb dog keep watch for life-threatening moles and squirrels.

This is where I get to breathe deeply, walk humbly, and run.

Father, I am grateful.