Sunday, April 6, 2025, 38.4* Raining
Dawn is just discovering the trees, turning off solar lights. I can almost see the top of the fence against receding night. Three times I returned to this room last night, each time to turn off the desk lamp. It has no timer; it takes more than a spider walking across it to press the button to ignite. Three times, this room, the hall, the kitchen were dark, then... this light, round face glowing like a full moon. Ruger, three times as I walked through the house followed me only with his eyes. The Shepherd keeps track of me but does not move. He will come if I need him. It’s only me walking through darkness towards light.
“For the mountains may move
and the hills disappear,
but even then my faithful love for you will remain.
My covenant of blessing will never be broken,”
says the Lord, who has mercy on you.
Isaiah 54:10 NLT
Art: LJ Austin “Reflections of Morning”
