I love to begin with the quiet of a new day.
I love to rise before the rest of the house does and slowly gather my thoughts in prayer for the first couple of hours of the emerging morning.
I love to watch the sun rise over the back yard, bringing light to the Vicarage once again. It feels like a victory each time I see the sun wink into existence, to know that I have beaten the heating orb to the punch one more time.
Somehow catching those first quiet rays sets me up for the rhythm of the rest of my day. It is as if those gentle morning moments breathe something fresh into me that can carry me through into all the peace, creativity and strength I need for the rest of the day.
Lillie-Put 