Sweet Surrender

The cooler temps and dew-ridden mornings seem to be coaxing some life out of my drought-stricken yard. I'm hearing more birds burst out in song, the hostas are sending up purple blooms, and wee insects such as the one featured below, are making an appearance. Testimonials to endurance, patience, and the promise.

September has not been many favorite month for a long time. So many sad things over the years have happened during its span of 30 days. Of course, today is to be remembered for the great tragedy we experienced as a nation.

I decided this morning, however, to reclaim September. There is so much beauty in this ninth month of the year. To spend it in melancholy is a waste. To spend it in mourning also is to turn away from the very good things that past Septembers have given me -- a beloved birthday, a cherished anniversary. Today, I am letting myself be nurtured by September's cloudless morning sky, streaming sunshine, and thirst-quenched grass.


As only a mother can understand her daughter, I dedicate today's Pic o' the Mornin' to my mom, who will recognize the whimsy in my subject matter.

Ephemeral

"Therefore, we are not discouraged; ... for this momentary light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond comparison ... for what is seen is transitory, but what is unseen is eternal." 2 Cor 4:16-18