Outside the temperature is 44, but feels more like 37. A cold rain is falling. A trace of someone’s wood fire is filtering through the woodsy, mossy air.
Inside my kitchen is toasty, warmed by the aroma of breakfast–coffee, bacon, an omelet, a maple bar fresh from the local donut shop.
It is Sunday morning and a song is singing in my head …
Hide me now
Under your wings
within your mighty hand
When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with you above the storm
Father, you are king over the flood
I will be still and know you are God
Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Know his power
In quietness and trust
(“Still” -words and music by Reuben Morgan)
Be still, and know that I am God.