Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind" rings in my mind and heart this morning.....The chill of the morning Appalachian air....the hills before me beginning to awaken their gentle hues of spring...hints of pink and white and crimson....among the grey and barren branches of the trees below and beyond.....
What joy to wake to this sight, to step out onto our little back terrace, and to be surrounded by the sounds of mourning doves and Canadian geese and bluebirds greeting the coming day.....Lord, thank You for Your grace and for your steadfast and enduring love. Your mercies ARE new every morning....and how great is your faithfulness, Lord, unto me! I cry with Shelley, Lord "Make me Thy lyre, even as the forest is....."
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