Morning Walks

I suppose I am at heart really a morning person.  I used not to think so; but I’ve now decided there is no better way to start the day (assuming I’m also starting out in  prayer and fellowship with God) than walking down to the pond at the end of our road and watching the sunrise.

pond photos 001Today I had the presence of mind to take along the camera.  There were geese out on the water, surely forty or fifty; I saw the ripples before the geese came into view, and wondered, because there was no wind.

pond photos 007The sun was just over the trees, out past the pastures below the dam, which were still shining since the sun hadn’t yet burned off the dew; on the shadow-side of the dam, over the water, the air was still thick with mist.

pond photos 008The pond– technically, our neighbor who grew up here corrects me all the time, it is a lake and was built years ago for erosion control and water conservation– and the cow pastures and the trees and the (quite limited!) wildlife, are just a little bitty snippet of nature; but this close to the highway and civilization, it’s the most I’m going to find.  Yet there’s an inherent quiet there, a wordless peace.

pond photos 005

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One response to “Morning Walks

  • mamalane

    “Oh Lord, My God! When I in awesome wonder,
    Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made.
    I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
    Thy power throughout the universe displayed,
    Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee;
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

    “When through the woods and forest glades I wonder,
    And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
    When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
    And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze;
    Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee;
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

    “And when I think that God, his Son not sparing,
    Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
    That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
    He bled and died to take away my sin;
    Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee;
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

    “When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
    And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
    Then I shall bow in humble adoration
    And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
    Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee;
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

    “Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee;
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
    Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee;
    How great Thou art, how great Thou art!”

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