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Morning Offering given
Village sleeps
Coffee good
I enjoy waking in the darkness of predawn before the light has rimmed the horizon as well as enjoying the twilight of late afternoon, as the darkness descends, enveloping the backyard in shadows that creep across the vegetation until all is dark. These times give me pause to contemplate the day before it begins and critique things as they close the day.
Coffee is never better than at dawn when one can smell the brew wafting through the air before toes hit the floor; something that stirs the memories of mornings gone by.
Today we travel north to my 3rd cousin’s funeral. She was younger by 15 years; I remember her as a small child, a high school graduate, and a bride. Scripture (2Macc 12:46) tells us it is a holy & wholesome thought to pray for the dead. In doing this we are reminded even venial sin, carelessness, and rapidity, will one day be punished with terrible severity. As a result, we are encouraged to lead better lives.
Know you are prayed for.
In the "Wilds of Wisconsin & Cornfields of Iowa" 