When I took my first step onto the front porch this morning, I felt the cool concrete on the bottoms of my feet, and that fall feeling was in the air.
The breeze was crisp.
I slipped back into the house, wrapped up in a flannel blanket, and rushed out, into the morning air.
These are the mornings we never want to end. 55 degree air brushing against our cheeks; our favorite, leather bound Bible, and vintage coffee mugs filled to the brim.
These are the days we spend listening to God. When it’s still and the Word of God is there for us to dig deep into. His words keep us in Love with Him. Every word He’s saying keeps us coming back to Him, and that’s exactly how it should be.
This love, between Father and daughter, is mutual. Forever will His praise be on my lips.