Thursday, September 25, 2014


Good morning.  I can say that NOW.  I could not say that 15 minutes ago.

I rolled out of bed, traveled slowly to the kitchen to make my coffee.  My Cinnamon Swirl coffee--a happy place for any woman.  I dipped my measuring spoon deep into the container; John Denver's classic, Annie's Song, began playing in my head as my senses were filled with that cinnamon wonder...

"You fill up my a night in the the mountain in sprrrring time..."

And, CRASH!  My hand hit an obstacle on the way to the coffee machine and this happened:

Annie's Song pleasantry fell into the pit.

A deep pit.

A pit of hell and hades.

I turned around to take a cleansing breath and I see my fowl waddling to their water hole.  I walked outside in my nightgown to say hi.  The Lord gives me a lot of joy from these crazies.

The sunrise seemed to call out Revelation 21:5, "I am making everything new!"  Suddenly, I felt a re-do.  I think those two lines just rhymed.

Never mind.

Drink your coffee.

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