Seek a Message in the Quiet

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The day begins before 4:30 AM most days. It will be an hour before the light begins to creep into the woods. A fire has begun blazing through the semi-opaque glass door in the stove. I step out onto the porch in the dark to fetch more firewood about 4:45. It’s Thanksgiving morning and I notice something slightly different right away, but I’m not sure what it is. What do I usually sense that time of the morning? My ancestors always noted the weather first. It is damp, with a temperature that must be upper 20s. It’s a little frosty but not a bone-chilling cold, not even close to that. It isn’t the shocking cold in the nose and lungs that will be here soon enough.

By Barbi on 2022 11 28

I was raised in church and have sung that song often in my life. One that I especially like. I was surprised to realize that I never remembered the name of that song. It was just titled, "Turn to page 285." I am sure I saw the real title. Just remember the wonderful tune and lyrics. Thank you for bringing that back to me.
Sometimes when I realize all is still, I ask my husband to come out and just listen with me. He hears nothing...and then I tell him that is the point.
Lovely article. Your description almost lets us stand there with you - listening to the quiet. Thank you for this moment.

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By Centrewing on 2022 11 28

Beautiful, beautiful, both the hymn and your story, thank you so much.

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