Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I need mornings like this.
Lots of them.
Mornings when I can sit on my swing in the sanctuary of my surroundings and hear Him speak to me. When my emptiness is wanting and His abundance is waiting.
This morning was full of an evanescent quiet. Fleeting as it was, I found myself enveloped by a gentleness that danced into my awakening.
A childlike moment that is as simple as blowing dandelion seeds into the wind. A deep breath casting the seeds of grace to carry me through the day.
Joining in today at Chatting At The Sky's Tuesday Unwrapped