Mornings lately have been glorious. After feeding Jonah I walk through the house as he plays on the floor, the windows are glowing with the soft light of morning. Sometimes if its early enough they glow deep amber, like something from the core of the earth, something Gandalf would have on the end of his staff. But mostly its a faint soft yellow tinting the room, making the place seem so much bigger than it is. I breathe in deep and go out to the porch to listen to the morning crickets and birds, the air beginning to heat the day - I can't believe I used to sleep in so late and miss this.

I am so content with life right now - at least as content as I can be whilst still hungering and thirsting for more of God. I've never been so at peace and so on edge at the same time before. Its like I'm standing on a cliff edge but instead of diving over I just kinda float off and skim the waters beneath. I see God's plans unfolding in our lives and its huge and scary and messy, but also reassuring and settling. Its the tension that comes when living in the calling of God I suppose, I'm not sure I haven't been here this often. All I know is, He's calling and I'm finally settling down to listen and obey..(I hope)..