A Silvery Morning
I hope you all are savoring summer. What a beautiful gift from God it is. On a recent morning walk I noticed a silvery quality on the cool morning air. As I walked along the edge of the woods a magnetic fragrance slowed my pace and at the same time the clear, liquid, flute-like call of the Wood Thrush filled the air over and over.
The Music of the Morning Woods
The call of the Wood Thrush always reminds of me Vance Havner. He often wrote of the Wood Thrush but I had never identified its call until one dusk on a summer day in the North sitting around a sputtering fire, listening to campers share their testimonies of God’s work in them during the week. When I heard the beautiful music coming from the feathery pines, amplified in the meadow, I knew immediately it must be the bird that always charmed Havner.
I hope you take time to think long and love deep and walk slow and visit big water and watch the sun rise and set while summer is here.
