It’s a beautiful Sunday morning.
There is a gentle breeze that moves the various chimes and bells I’ve accumulated, to produce a heavenly twinkling of sound. The morning sunlight is absolutely GOLDEN and rains have greened the grass and the garden.
I’m on the back deck, studying the Bible, contemplating that which has happened to me, and that which is still to be faced. My spirit is soaring and I am reminded of this beautiful hymn.
I believe more strongly than I ever have and am, this morning, filled with a sense of gratefulness and praise for this beautiful morning.
