Morning prayer…

Birds chirping high in the maple trees
Corn tassels rustling across the road
Hummingbirds clicking at my window feeder
Blue Jays calling in the distance…
Gentle sounds of a country morning and
the sweet assurance that I am where I belong.
For how long, I wonder,
before He plucks me from this place I love
and I begin again, yet continue on,
willingly living for Jesus,
doing all that I know to do?
I will listen for Him throughout my day…
His Voice, my True North, ever pointing the way
even through my tomorrows beyond this day.

And so, in the waning silence,
I breathe to Him my morning prayer…
Holy Spirit, fill me
Holy Spirit, guide me
Holy Spirit, use me.

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