dawn breaking...

I awoke this morning to see the sun rising over the far edge of the cornfields, wavering lights of orange alternating with the gray shadows of the massive trees beyond my bedroom window.  To see the morning break open a new day, to separate the darkness and night from the bright buzzing of daylight, is truly a miracle.  And to see it amidst such beautiful scenery is an even greater miracle.

A year ago, I never imagined that I would now be living on a farm in Ohio.  I could never have predicted that I would walk a half-mile each morning (not because I measured out the distance but because that is the length of my driveway down and back), or that I would call out greetings to cows grazing in the pasture each time I arrive home.  There was no way to foresee that I would live on a startlingly beautiful stretch of land where fresh blackberries grow next to Christmas trees so green that their shadows give off the slightest tinge of blue.  I never imagined myself here, and yet this is where I am today.

Each day, dawn breaks and a whole new world opens up all around us.  We have no way of knowing what the future holds, or even what this very day may hold for us.  In a world where uncertainty is inevitable, we must remember to appreciate the small miracles and enter each new day with hope and gratitude.

Comments

[Papa Joe]

Your blog makes me feel good today.
Love,
Dad

[Mama Grace]

I am glad that you have such beautiful surroundings to see each morning. I am gazing at the cows and the Christmas trees each day in my thoughts. I also see a very cute couple with a fun loving dog by their sides. God bless you this day and every day.