Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                               Sunrise. I walk away from the noise of my street out to the woods. Low sunlight runs its fingers through the trees. A great blue heron presides over the marsh. All is still. Everything is in prayer.

Don't be fooled. I am no nearer to God here than yesterday sitting in traffic, no nearer than the heron wherever he was then, never farther than the heron from his own black, keen eyes, watching, watching.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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