For the Beauty of This Day

For the beauty of a bed tucked into a little raised niche, creating something between a bird's perch and a window seat;

for a casement window that swings wide open, removing the barrier between me and the seventy-five degree day;

for sun not yet behind the trees, gently warm spring sun;

for a bee that wandered in and back out again, probably not even aware he had left the great outdoors, sounding exactly like summer;

for the end of a Theo's bar, dark chocolate with sea salt, and a bottle filled with our fresh well water;

for a Bible open on the windowsill, a journal and pen in my hands;

for hunger for fellowship with the Lord, for desire holding sway in my heart and being satisfied.

Lord of all to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.