~Morning Has Broken~

 "Morning has broken, like the first morning.........

"Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day."

A few line from the Cat Steven's song : Morning has broken.
{Cat Steven's goes by a different name now..}

Each morning, I look out at the mountains to see the morning, and this song always comes to mind.
Every day is a new day!
Every day is a miracle, in and of itself!

Being solar powered, as I am, I love the sunbeams rising up over the mountain tops.
Promise of a new day.

Golden mornings. Even in the midst of winter, the new day feels like a warm hug.
Comforting, full of promise, and life, and happiness.

So, do a little happy dance this morning. It is a new day, and new week, and a brand new year.
Anything is possible!

Attitude of gratitude:
~Feeling grateful for new books, new music, and new sheets. How I love the feel of crisp new sheets, the smell of freshly printed words on the pages of a new book, and the beat of  new song playing!
~I'm grateful for daily blessings!! The beginning of a brand new day, a warm house, plenty to eat, warm water, and for flip flops! It's warm enough {un-seasonable so} that I wore flip flops to run errands yesterday. Hip hip hurray! There will be plenty of shoe wearing weather left in the new year, I am certain, but for today, I am grateful for a bit of flip flop wearing weather.

~ Little Miracles ~

New Year ~ 2015
Chalk full of possibilities.

Little miracles... sometimes daily.

Two nights ago, a sweet friend of ours passed away.
Leaving behind a wife, children and grandchildren.

Little miracles in his life happened~~ almost daily.
 His birthday was on the First on January...  on New Years day.
He passed away on the second of January.
If not for a small miracle of an extra weeks worth of antibiotics sent with his other prescriptions, he would have surely passed away before his birthday.

The antibiotics were supposed to be discontinued.. but the VA made a mistake, and sent the extra weeks worth of antibiotics with his order.
His sweet wife told me that she prayed so hard for more antibiotics. To help keep the infections in his lungs and blood from taking over.
His hospice nurse was told by the VA to go ahead, and give him one more week of the IV medications.
A small miracle .. that more than likely preserved his life for a bit longer. One last Christmas, and one last birthday.
As it was, all of his children were able to be there with him to celebrate his last birthday.  His little grandson was able to be there and kiss his cheek, and tell him 'goodbye'.
His sweet wife was able to help him say goodbye and pass away.

Just 2 months ago, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and from that moment on, until the night that he passed away, we witnessed little miracles in his life.
Tender mercies.

His testimony of our Savior had died down, and with each small miracle the flames of his testimony were fanned, and his testimony grew brighter, and brighter.
His children witnessed his renewed testimony.

It is my hope that in this new year, to look for those "little miracles".
 The little tender mercies that make life sweeter.
In sad times.... in this sad time of saying "goodbye".... continue to recognize the little miracles that make our lives sweeter.