Good Mornings!

Sometimes I think mornings are the best part of the day – when the sun is at a gentle angle and all delights and disappointments and challenges and problems and opportunities that will come with the day, are softened by the morning mist.  

Today we are at my son’s house on the Hudson River.  I put off getting up this morning – for just a little while.  I put off checking the news, checking emails and messages — and just enjoyed the peace.  

 

I listen as waves splash against the shore after a large freighter has made its way up the river to Albany’s harbor.  A whistle sounds from across the river as a train carries commuters down to the city.

 

A mockingbird, perched somewhere on a rooftop, joyfully sings its repertoire of songs, and a small bird is loudly shouting its 2-note call over and over.  To me it always sounds like he’s saying “Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!” 

 

Eventually I had to get up.  I rolled over, softly kissed my sleeping husband on the forehead and got out of bed.  When I opened my computer, these words came spilling out!   I hope they will be some inspiration for someone out there. 

 

And, like that little bird sitting on its birdhouse I say “Thank you!  Thank you, God, for another day!”  

 

 

The Full Moon

 A few weeks ago, as we were driving home, I looked out the window and saw the full moon.  A buoyant white floating ball.  Suspended in the sky.  Rising over the fields.  Drifting upwards ever so slowly.  Lighting the sky with its glow.  

We pulled over to watch for a few minutes – mesmerized – as we so often are with the sight of a full moon.  

It’s not a rare occurrence, the full moon.  It happens once every 28 days.  But we don’t always see it.  

Maybe we can’t be outside. Maybe the weather is bad and the moon is not visible.  Or maybe we are just too busy to look up.   But when we do look up at the full moon it can be an emotional experience, filling us with awe.

Fast forward a few weeks.  I walked out and saw the sliver of a first-quarter moon glistening in the blackness of the sky.   Just a sliver of light in the darkness – and I remembered the brilliance of the full moon I’d watch just weeks ago. 

That’s when I started thinking about how that round ball we call the moon, is always there!  Circling the earth.  Whether we can see the fullness of the ball, or just a sliver – or when we cannot see any evidence of a moon at all – it is still there!  It is part of our world.  It's just that sometimes it takes a little faith to realize it.

And that’s when I had to think that the moon is sort of like God’s love for all of us.  We can’t always see it or feel it.  Sometimes we tend to doubt it.  But God is always there.  His love is always there for us – part of our world – part of our life.  But sometimes it just takes a little faith to realize it.

So now, when I’m feeling low, lost, confused, not sure where to look for direction, I’m going to try to look up and try to remember that no matter what, like the moon, God’s love is always there.