Every morning I try to spend a couple of minutes on the front porch. Sometimes I watch the hummingbirds battle it out over one of the five feeders. They all want the same one at the same time. Sometimes I marvel at the sun coming up. I drink my coffee and cuddle the dogs. Lately it's been incredibly hot during the day so the coolness of the morning is a great start to the day. Today there was a really nice breeze blowing that made the leaves dance. It reminded me of being near the Devil's Tower in South Dakota. The Black Hill Indians tye brightly colored pieces of material to tree limbs. These pieces of material are prayer cloths and they believe the wind carries their prayers up. So I thought about the wind carrying prayers up and even though I didn't have any material, I said a prayer. I heard a voice tell me it's all gonna be alright and it sounded so much like Dwight. I swear I didn't put anything but creamer in the coffee.
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