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.
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