As any teacher will tell you, Saturday mornings are a blessed and much appreciated gift. As I sit here this Saturday morning, I am aware and thankful that upstairs there is a faithful husband who deserves his bit of a sleep in. Also upstairs in another room is a younger man, our son Kyle, visiting from Glendale. The sun is shining out upon the lake behind our home, the ducks are endlessly quacking, and one lone fisherman is already out there casting away for all he’s worth.
This is not going to be a noteable first blog, but it is a first blog and as such, a practice. A sort of ‘reaching out’ to any and all who stumble past. Rather like our lone fisherman out there whose hook is ready with the bait…I cast, and reach, and call out to you – come! We’re all in this together, and we may as well open the door at least just a crack, this door of words. Words that may help shine the Light just a little bit more, day by day…
…oh, but now, I hear movements from the faithful man just above where I sit, moving about and getting ready to start his own Saturday morning. Which will include – oh joy – ME! I do believe we will go with Kyle out to breakfast! It doesn’t get much better than this.
