Musing

I shivered as I sat on my mother-in-laws front porch in the cool Lubbock morning air. Spellbound, I watched a line of dark rain clouds slowly retreat to the southeast followed by a high gray overcast that obscured the sunlight. It gave the feeling of a winter's day even though it was the middle of August. The fresh smell of rain-washed lawns and trees, the sound of tires rolling on pavement several blocks away and the sight of birds dipping their beaks in the puddles of rain water filled up my senses. The chill of the brisk breeze forced me to don a long sleeve shirt, shoes and socks. But I refused to go inside as the minor discomfort could not diminish the magic of the moment which I wanted to savor and enjoy as long as possible. Finally the smell of bacon cooking broke the spell and lured me inside. Like they say, "It don't get any better than this!" Thank you, Lord Jesus, for these special moments only you have the power to create. Amen

8/16/2008