Thursday, April 15, 2004
I have enjoyed the past few weeks of rising early. While I was working at Starbucks, I would rise early, but without enjoyment. Since laying aside the green apron, I've come to remember the sweetness of the morning air, the color of the sky as the sun begins its journey upward, and the choir of birds. Jesus said that there isn't a bird that goes without the Father's great care. That's reassuring, because from the sounds of things just outside my family room window, God's paying a whole lot of attention to my neck of the woods.
