1/9/2020

I'm sitting in the dark at our church building. It's at 6:35 A.M. No one is here and we had what was supposed to be an Alberta Clipper snowstorm last night. Those are the types that just fly by dusting the ground to about 2 inches nothing major. However, this storm did fly by but it dumped about 4-6 inches depending on where you live. We have pretty much a full moon. I mean I'm sitting in the dark. Not because I have to, because we didn't pay an electricity bill, not because I'm sick and can't get out of bed to turn a light on, Not because I don't know where the switches are to turn the light on. I'm sitting in the dark because it is the moment before dawn when the magic happens. That full moon is glistening off all the snow. The cool crisp air fills my lungs and gives it just a bit of a tingle to make you know you are alive. The coffee is brewing and that deep full aroma is wafting over to me making my mouth water and my desire for that first hot sip almost unbearable. I'm sitting in the dark writing and thinking and waiting..........

I'm waiting for God.

I'm waiting for men.

That sip of coffee did not disappoint.

Waiting for my joy to be refilled.