by David Vickers
I sit with my Lord in the quiet of the new morning. He speaks to me in a whisper.
I read His word and hear His voice.
I sit at my open garden window and watch the Sun rise and know the Son is risen.
I play music on my radio and my solitude is broken by the birds who come to listen and give their own recital.
I pray for my family and am joined by a family of squirrels sitting on my garden fence.
I watch the life of the river below and He speaks of the living water.
I glimpse a kingfisher diving for his breakfast and think of my King who guides us fishers of men.
I see regularly changing seasons and thank my Lord that He provides so that I don’t go hungry.
I wonder what I will wear today and look at the ways that the beautiful flowers and trees are dressed.
If I begin to lose hope, I trust His promises. He paints a rainbow in the sky.
He paints pictures in clouds, hanging in the gallery of my sky.
When I need encouragement of human contact, He asks a friend to call me.
When I am in pain, He reminds me of the pain He endured for me, and mine seems little.
When I cry one tear, He rains with me.
When I laugh I imagine His chuckle.
When I work, He reminds me of the ants and bees.
When I need guidance, He is my Way.
When I wonder at the night sky, He winks at me.
When I sleep, He doesn’t. He watches over me.
When I dream, He is there too, helping me to make sense of this day and the next..
When I speak, He listens. When He speaks, I listen.
When I wake, we start a new conversation.