Morning Anticipation


Today was a beautiful day! We seem to have finally turned the corner with warmer weather. We made it into the thirties today for temperatures and with the sun shining it felt downright balmy. (When thirties feel balmy…you know it has been cold!)

I went outside this morning, as the sun was coming up, to let the girls out of the coop. I wanted them to enjoy the beautiful weather as long as they could. When I stepped out of the door and actually took a look around me, I realized that I needed to go back in the house for my camera.

By the time I made it to the coop the girls were eager to get out and were all waiting for me to open the door to their run. They were not patient waiters but protested loudly that I was taking too long. I don’t think they understood just how much I was enjoying being outside, watching the sun turn the world into a twinkling shimmery place.

They had no concept of what a pleasure it was to stand there and take it all in….the haze over the river, the sparkle of the frost on the trees, the quiet of the morning waiting in expectation for the day to come.

Mornings like this one give the illusion of all things being possible. There is hushed anticipation as the world warms up and slowly awakens. Even the starlings, perched at the top of the tree in the front yard were expressing appreciation for the new day.

Days that start like this are a gift. They make me slow down and really see what a picture God has painted on the landscape.  The peace it brings is almost a tangible, touchable thing.

I never tire of the view I have been gifted with. No matter where you look there is beauty. It would seem the view is the same but there are so many subtle changes as the sun rises and sets.  The different seasons all hold a magic that turns the same landscape into such a variety of pictures.

Nature is such a reflection of life. We look like the same person but there are so many facets to each of us. Circumstances mold us much as the seasons change the landscape.  Some days we sparkle and twinkle in the sunlight and some days we seem cloaked in shadows. The wonderful thing is that no matter where we are at……it will change!

The quiet of the morning seems to grant permission to stop, be still and just absorb the moment. It gives that space of time to clear our heads, ponder thoughts and open our hearts for the blessing of a new day.

May your week be blessed with anticipation for what each day will bring. May you experience the joy of the possibilities this life holds and may this season of life find you sparkling in the sunlight.

 He has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has also set eternity in the human heart;
yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.
Ecclesiastes 3:11

24 thoughts on “Morning Anticipation

  1. Anne Mehrling says:

    Beautiful words, as always. The hen house is such a bold color in your white world! I remember your writing about it’s rehab, but I didn’t remember it was so red. Your closing scripture is perfect for this post. Your blog is so soul-satisfying!

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      Thank you so much Anne. I love the bright red in the winter time….which is good as the barn and machine shed are the same color! It really brightens up a white landscape. It also really looked bright red because the sun was shining just the perfect way to brighten it up. At night it tends to look more maroon. Love the variety out here just because the light hits things a different way.


  2. DM says:

    Nice! We live on the opposite side of the state, and everything you’ve written here, Including your sense of God’s peace and presence in the stillness of nature on a winter morning I’ve also thought/ experienced on a regular basis…multiple times, I’ve stopped what I was about to do, ran back and grabbed my camera as well. Your words capture the mood(s) spot on. DM

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  3. Al says:

    Wonderful description of what must have been an inspiring morning. Sun and frost/snow can combine to make an incredible art show.

    Guess those chickens were just tired of being cooped up. Sorry, couldn’t resist.

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      LOL Al! Yes they do get rather cross at being “cooped” up. I am married to a man who get the same way when the weather gets so cold and he feels trapped inside hahahaha.
      What a good way to phrase it….”art show”…that is exactly what the combination of sun, frost and snow becomes.


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