I’m not a morning person, really, at all. Bring on the coffee! And yet, most ideal Saturday morning sleeping in times, I am awake and up. First I enjoy quiet time in the yard with the mandatory coffee cup in hand, and then I head to the garden for some time of weeding and harvesting.
This last Saturday was no exception. The beautiful lily blooms welcomed the day with their bright colors. Industrious butterflies fluttered on the wind like yellow and white wisps. The garden was equally welcoming, the coffee is now in a to-go mug, and I enjoyed the sound of the bees flying from corn tassels to squash flowers to bean flowers. My hands became dirty, little scratches appear on my arms from moving aside squash leaves, and great excitement builds at finding green beans ready to be picked and bring home. A few hours later, after removing the pounds of dirt I have picked up from “playing” in the garden, I am ready to really start my weekend.
Though coffee remains a common factor throughout, it is the quiet time that refreshes my spirit at the start of the weekend. It is time away from excess noise and wonderful distractions to listen quietly for God’s voice. The words of the song, Great is Thy Faithfulness, fill my heart. “‘Great is Thy faithfulness,’ O God my Father,’” sweet words in all seasons and times of day; even in the morning with a cup of coffee in my hand.