Breakfast with God

5:59 a.m. - 12/27/25 - 30 degrees. I sit on my rocker under the overhang on my front porch with the heater under my chair. Once again, I am privileged to sit out in God's majesty and enjoy the wonder of it all. I gaze out upon carpets of white and trees encased in the sweet sugar of nature. My fir tree sits a few feet away from me, its branches weighed down by puffs of cotton. I watch as she sways softly in the breeze, showing off her jewels.

6:14 a.m. train roars out in the distant tundra - lonely among the still cold silence. Not a soul has come out to eat the food I put out for them this morning. I read the next chapter in the Bible as I sip my coffee. I thank God that I can sit out here and enjoy this side of nature's beauty. The wind picks up. My fir tree can hardly move under the icy weight.

6:46 The darkness lifts, illuminating a sea of white with brown sticks standing tall through the mist. I hear the titmouse, who is the first to awaken on this wintry morning. She is the first to participate in the food I laid out for them on the driveway. Three of them now are hopping in and out of the smaller pines. I watch as they fly back and forth. Finally edging up to the food, never making an imprint in the snow beneath them. Somehow God has dressed them in their winter warmth.

6:56 a.m. Even though nature may be a double-edged sword to many of you, perhaps you could take a moment of your day to revel in God's beauty.

Until next time with, Breakfast with God.