Opened day of glory

        So pretty is the view of an opening day.
So glorious of the thought of Jehovah creating the
palette of this morning's painting.

        Thankful that I woke this morning. Breathing
the air as the new day begins. Softly I whisper a
prayer of thanksgiving and hope. All will be shown,
in due time, if answered.

        Still that cannot pause my soul for the day.
Holding onto all possibilities held securely before
me. One breath at a time. Slow meditation, long
conversations to Jehovah to help ease my spirit into
a new transition.

        Always a part of the pattern. Newer pieces to
the circle are added. Some are there as temptation
but I only glanced at them once or twice. I did not
step toward them nor use as a part of a definite
decision. That kind of answer, choice was made with
Jehovah's help.

        Yes lighter and lighter the blue sky is turning.
Songs of birds are gaining ground through the
airwaves. Louder and louder they get until silence
drops again. An eerie piece of time that even stills
the breeze.

        For a moment I am caught but then the hope
opens up and the screetching of brakes apply.
Entering the day to the rushing of the weekend.

        Oh how so many race to finish the day only
to stop. Kind of like those who waste gas from one
red light to the next. A bit of comedy, don't you think?

         Why? Is your secular work really that bad? Is
there no opportunity to speak of Jehovah?
Anywhere?

         Ah to me there always is the opportunity. The
question of those listening is constantly a curiosity.
Yet I do not become weighed down by their
negative answers. They too will get a chance.

        So here all is open for a word of Truth about
Jehovah. The opening for grand knowledge that
surpasses all the other parts of a worldly
education. Yes the only education I fully seek is that
of Jehovha and of his son Jesus Christ.

       Alas I am not pushing. I am merely stating who,
what I am striving to become. My family of brothers
and sisters help me so much. Pushing. Lifting.
Encouraging. Teaching me where necessity is
needed. Jehovah sees to that.

       Hmm. So here I am back to singing silent praises
to Jehovah for once again showing my voice an
escape. Ah and to show others a seed of Jehovah.

       How glorious my Father, Jehovah, God is to
me. Helping me press my thoughts, the words of his
name to many. Hmm indeed "Almighty" he is.

        Such grandeur sits before me and joy binds
the laughter to my spirit. Even the baby blues
become the stormy gray. Ah indeed I am loved. By
Jehovah and all my brothers and sisters.

       Gentle is the nudging of starting my day. The
beginning of a morning routine. Still the grumbling
of a stomach ensures the necessity to begin.

        Ha. Ha. Now laugh with me as I head back into
apartment. I so enjoyed the views of nature that
for almost two hours I have forgotten about
everything - including the noises of a growling
stomach.

       Hmm silly, yes, but I was enthralled by the
beauty my eyes beheld. Now holding the views
stained permanently upon my memory.

       Yes dear friend today I am better. Thank you
for the thoughts and prayers. Now go enjoy your
day to the fullest and give way to new adventures
into the weekend.