Mornings

….that’s what I like best about living here.

I am (and always have been) an early riser. I wake usually at 5:30 (tho today is was 3am for heaven’s sake!), and drink my coffee upstairs…

The sun soon starts to shine through the clouds over the ocean….and sunrises here are almost always spectacular….

Then the birds start: mynah, cardinal, dove, robin and….the tropical bird. I have yet to identify it, but its call is soothing, lush and can ONLY be tropical. It instantly evokes thoughts of ocean waves, beaches, bamboo, rainforest and gentle breezes…..and the sound is one I have come to love.

Mornings are always a promise. Even if yesterday was bad…..even if last night was a horror….

….when the sun breaks through the clouds and the birds start to sing, there is the glimmer of better things to come.

Lamantations 3:

22 Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.

23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

24 I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”