Light Through the Shutters

On warm mornings, striving, and the quiet places where God meets us.

I woke up to light leaking through the shutters, bird dogs rustling at the end of the bed and no plans for the day. The thought of an americano brewing and the warm morning air pulled me out of bed and into our morning walk. Fawns resting in our neighbors yard perked up as my dogs plowed their way down the street. For all of their charms, walking on lea…