I have had the extreme pleasure of spending my early mornings outside on my front porch. I have always been drawn to the natural world for inspiration. Even if I must sit huddled in fleece, sipping coffee, then I will. And sitting out on my porch, for brief moments, I can see God.
This is not a form of nature worship. I am not worshiping trees and birds. But I can see the green fuzz come out on the tree branches and the squirrels chasing each other as they search for nuts, and in that I see the beauty that God has created. His image mirrored for those with open eyes and a quiet heart. There is a group of four birds that, every morning, flit about and do a dance in the air. They swoop, dive and careen around each other in this delicate ballet of aerodynamics. And I can only sit with my mouth open in amazement.
The robins bob about. I remember my grandmother telling me that they stop to listen for worms, to explain their stop and start behavior. And to this day I hold my breath to keep from hindering their hunt.
I find I have to have this time. Every morning, every day. It is an incomplete day without this time. Just me and God mirrored into my eyes.