Wondering, Wandering, and Writing

O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name!

Oh how easy it is to sing those words during a quiet morning after a (mostly) restful night’s sleep.

The sunshine is peeping through a light layer of clouds.

Roosters are crowing … one toward the east and one to the southwest.

A bird whose song I should recognize is chirping among the oak boughs.

Dogs bark all around.  Once one starts, they all have to say “Good morning. I’m on duty, too.”

A boy child quietly passes me to play in the “tadpole pond.”

The air …. eh ….. not so great. Nary a breeze to be felt.  Fall pollen and temperatures that didn’t dip close to seventy degress ….. but still this is so much better than it could be.

A truck engine rumbles to life, a prop-driven plane passes overhead, and the day slowly becomes busier and noisier.

When the day gets loud and hectic (and the odds are it will!)  may I take a moment to remember with the psalmist, “Oh Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth.”

#bgwww23