The college’s bell tower had not yet rung 6AM, and the sun was still coming up over the wheat that was drying out from the recent rains, which had at least brought in cooler weather. So sipping hot tea on my patio while donning a sweatshirt in southern Missouri in mid-June was a real treat. Birds singing, an occasional rooster (even though we live in town), and my big black dog was not panting yet. Not bad at all for a summer Monday morning!
Until a bird decided to critique yesterday’s sermon notes: Continue reading “Incoming!”