My MillerMan woke early – around 5, Came downstairs, crashing through the old fire screen we keep at the foot of the stairs to try to keep dogs and babies from climbing up stairs when we aren’t aware. He couldn’t go to sleep but wasn’t ready to get up. FInally took him to his little mama and we have not hear another peep. 🙂 B insisted I come back to bed to try to get a little more rest. I tried. I was comfortable, but the Lord was calling me. I thought He was calling me to arise and study and talk to HIM, but he was calling for the sunrise. Yes. The sunrise. I have discovered over the last few days why it seems that winter sunrise, and I’m sure sunset, are so much more beautiful. It’s the trees. Not the evergreens, but all the others. They become transparent as glass for the sunrise in all its glory. So I sit, and I wait.
As I lay there trying to go back to sleep, I asked God to tell me.To tell me if I was to stay in bed – in that warm, comfortable bed, with B by my side and try to rest, or if He was ready for me to get up. And He did. In His soft, gentle way. I’m so glad He called.
Eucharisteo.
February 4, 2023
On the Half Shell - Living in the Raw 
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