A Measure of Progress

I awaken in the morning about 6:30 without the need for an alarm, excited by a new opportunity to pray.




I have a prayer space. It is the back patio, at least it is while the weather holds, but that ought to be until November.


I begin by putting on a pot of coffee, and while it's brewing, sweeping and tidying the patio, and my mindset is such that this work is part of my prayer.










I get a cup of coffee, take a seat, and then I begin, usually with a reading of Psalm 19:  See how clearly the sky reveals God's glory. How plainly it shows what he has done.

I'm not sure of the destination, but I like the direction I've been given.