I'm a little tired, and blurry eyed this morning. Had a meeting with the leaders of our women's ministry at church last night - which was good. But getting home late, after being gone all day, left me with little time to play with Romeo. He was crying for attention, so we played his favorite game of "pull the mouse on the string, and let me pounce on it til I'm tired" until I was tired. Apparently he wasn't finished, so he followed me into the bedroom. I usually let him sleep in the living room, but I felt like I'd neglected him (being gone so much) so I let him pounce on the bed. He seemed quiet enough, so I turned on the fan - and went right to sleep.
Until about 1:30 - when he was up and climbing over me to see if I was awake. All efforts to hush him were in vain, so I got up, scooted his behind into the hallway, and closed the door with hopes of getting more sleep before the alarm sounded at 5:00. Yes, I did go back to sleep, but those nights usually leave me in a state of "slow-motion" for the next day. Today would be one of those days.
So on these days, I need to look at something wonderful and peaceful. This photo is in the Indian Peaks Wilderness area - and I can almost hear the sound of the water as it tumbles it's way over the rocks. The smell of the wildflowers and the crisp mountain air tend to mingle with the music of nature. All creation sings a song to the Creator, if only we will observe, and listen. And even in my 'slow-motion' day, a song of praise forms on my lips, and I know that my God is worthy to be praised.
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