There is nothing more refreshing than sitting out watching a soft early morning rain. The birds are singing and frogs croaking to the beat of splashing raindrops. I hear raccoons chattering in a distance and the sound of sandhill cranes does not miss my ears. My jasmine plant seems to be spraying the air with a wonderful aroma mixed with the smell of the wet grass.
Locusts are trilling as the gray sky looms above. Yet, there is only one sound that I am listening for today. The sound of my savior's voice. My prayer list is set aside as I sit and wait on the Lord.
'Be still and know that I am God' I seem to hear this morning. The stock markets are a mess, war is going on, the jobless rate is horrible and we know not what tomorrow will bring. Disaster or joy, God is still the same.
I will be still. I often joke, 'Joy comes in the morning.' Well, it's always morning somewhere.