The Gift

The evening dew has turned to morning frost as evidenced in the icy glaze glistening in the dim glow of the dawn. The winds are silent and golden brown leaves fall gently toward the ground from their seasoned perch. The crisp air gripped the silence of the morning as the fully rested puppy galloped, frantically sniffing her way to her place of relief. The blessing of another day is unfolding from the pages of life in the quiet of the country. The day’s agenda waits patiently as created communes with Creator, being ever so thankful for the rest that has transformed the stiff and aching creature into a more nimble and agile servant. Mornings host a plethora of gifts waiting to be unwrapped. Some will be challenges that require ingenuity to discern. Some will flow gently over the path ahead, clearing the way for an easier journey. All are embraced in the arms called grace; not deserved, not earned, but given by a loving God. May this gift be lived with the heart of the Giver!