111 5:00 am, 29 degrees. I sit in my usual rocking chair, wrapped in a warm blanket with a heater underneath me, and I am very comfortable out in the elements. There is what they call a Beaver moon this morning, and I can see it shining brightly through a hollow space in the branches of the pine trees. How lucky am I to see God's majesty in all his glory? I sit in awe, taking it all in. The moon is a giant, orangy-white orb with a slight haze over it. It is midnight black all

11 At 5:00 am, I once again sit in my old rocking chair under the overhang of my small front porch. It is raining this morning, but I am warm and comforted by my blanket and protected from the elements. It is 38 degrees, yet I am safe and warm. I have my coffee, but I'm not sure if God even likes coffee. However, I am having it with him anyway. I start by thanking God for all he has blessed me with and for the prayers he has once again answered in my life. I still am in awe o

1 5:00 am, September 26, 2025. It is a balmy spring-like morning as I sit on my burgundy-stained porch, which consists of an old wooden rocking chair in which I sit, and to my right is the front door, then an old Adirondack chair that has definitely seen better days. Diagonally, there is another chair resembling a chaise lounge, and in front of me stands another of the same. I sit underneath an overhang that protects me from the rain and snow. For you to see, I sit out h