Another glorious morning. Dark blue sky, fall sunshine, warm and bright. Cooked a regular breakfast this morning, put wild cherry jam, from the Blue Ridge mountains in Georgia, on my toast and sat at my bird desk with my breakfast and cup of hot coffee. Love my coffee hot in the mornings and sometimes I heat it up again if I’m lost in my thoughts and it gets cool. Don’t think I’d like iced coffee even though I’ve never tried it.

Made it back on the porch tonight before Mother Nature picked up her brush and artist’s palette to start painting the sunset. Trying to watch the sunset but I’m caught up in watching the swarm of smudge-gray chimney swifts dancing in the dusk’s fading light, nimbly maneuvering the sky catching insects. They spend their entire life in the air, can’t perch. When they land they cling to walls inside chimneys or hollow trees. When the swifts headed back to their roosts, I got back into my serious sunset watching mode.

The sun lay her glorious white rayed head down at eventide and snuggled up in a layered quilt painted in soft hues of peach and pink. As I continue watching the day turn to night, Mother Nature swiped a few strokes of turquoise and purple across the horizon and then bid the day good-bye. The turquoise and purple faded quickly as the darkness set in. I never tire of watching the sunset. When Father Sky bends down to tuck the sun in for the night, he never knows what he’ll see. When he kisses her goodnight, every sunset is a different masterpiece. Even when they are subdued in color, they are even then magnificent.

Slept with the windows open last night. So pleasant and cool. The nighttime symphony was so beautiful with lonesome train whistles echoing down the tracks and joining in harmony with the clicking of the train wheels on the metal tracks, rolling in time to the Earth’s heartbeat. As I drifted to sleep I heard all the night creatures’ conversations, the crickets and grasshoppers and katydids, talking and calling for their mates. The occasional mocking bird would have a short burst of song, singing for a girlfriend to come and join him on his bamboo branch.

This morning sun beams softly streaming through my bedroom windows woke me and I enjoyed listening to the quiet yard symphony composed of the early birds singing. Nothing more beautiful than watching the Earth come alive after a respite at night.

Read this quote this morning and I’ve been pondering on it today. “Worrying is carrying tomorrow’s load with today’s strength — carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows; it empties today of its strength. — Corrie Ten Boom.

Talked to a dear friend this afternoon, she lost her husband to cancer last year and is still trying to come to grips with life without him. We talk often each of us consoling the other. Just today she was telling me things she worries about and I was telling her to not worry over things she can’t control. I’ve written this before. Most things we worry about never come to pass. But we still worry, I know I do. Guess it’s just human nature to worry. Worrying gives us something to do but it doesn’t get us anywhere. We stumble around with worry when we can lay these worry burdens at God’s door through prayer.

God doesn’t want us to worry about things that are out of our control. God will cast out our fear and anxiety when we give our heart to him through prayer. I’ve seen first hand how powerful prayers are in the returning health of my grandson and my nephew. Both young men suffered life threatening illnesses and through the power of prayer and faith they were healed. God was working through their doctors, nurses, and caregivers.

We are involved in God’s work when we pray. Daily prayer can bless the ones we love and bring us peace.

“Prayer is simply talking to God like a friend and should be the easiest thing we do each day.” ~ Joyce Meyer