I am sitting in my cottage home looking out the east windows towards the valley created by the eastern finger of the lake we call Keuka. The sun has finally risen above the gray cover of early clouds and I find myself blessed by its light and warmth. It is good.
My wife of thirty-six years lies resting. It is her time to slumber and gather together the warmth and comfort of her bed. She works hard and needs the extra time the morning allows. I love her so.
I however, enjoy rising early and with a hot cup of coffee allow the incumberances of this culture to slowly fall away from my attempt to engage with what is "real" in life. This is my time. It allows me to return to myself and consider what my choices for the day should be. It is this time that I can hear more clearly the still, small voice of my Creator and He fills my heart, mind, and spirit with His Spirit setting me again upon the "path" that is seldom trod - the narrow path.
As I contribute to this blog, I will reveal to all those who come to share their time with me; who I am, where I've been, and where I am going as He leads me on the "path" towards Himself and the community that will stand on the sea of glass. Come, walk with me.
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