I was thinking this morning as I walked out to get the mail of when
I worked for the Forest Service, and was doing
wildlife surveys before dawn,
and at dusk in southern KY.
There was always some mist in the trees emerging from the ground cover.
We had to get out before dawn because an endangered woodpecker
species that we were following left its nest at dawn,
and would spend the day in the trees
and we would have a hard time getting a look at it otherwise.
And we wanted to keep track of the location of the birds.
When I would drive home after the other night surveys
that had taken place near Laurel River Lake,
there would be mist on the narrow two-lane winding roads.
I always felt that this must be what it feels like
to be enclosed in a womb.
The comfort, the moistness, the protection, the closeness.
And it made me think of God. So I came up with the term
I dream of my home in the country at dawn
with a mist rising from the fields.
And feeling the closeness of God in all of His Majesty.
May you feel Him too.
Take care All, from KY.