Through the trees on the eastern horizon the dawning sun burst through like a giant red flame. A welcomed reprieve from the burdensome heat and humidity of the last few days appears to have arrived as evidenced by the ever so slight chill in the morning air. Gracie the mother Golden scurried about her business while sniffing out her seemingly random pathway to nowhere, nevertheless accomplishing her goal of elimination. Sebastian the cat munched on the freshly poured nuggets in his bowl on the porch. The pups began to raise their yapping voices in protest that a nourishing nipple could not be found. Soon the mother of eleven precious but demanding pups consumed her morning chow, rehydrated her thirsty tongue, and then assumed her loving position gathering hungry canines to her breasts. Another precious day has arrived at the farm and the quiet of the morning is host to prayer, reading, and capturing these thoughts of wonder and gratitude. This host to PD reflects in wonder. If thankfulness is indeed the substance upon which today’s pathway is built then gratitude will be the guide throughout the day.
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