Morning

As I was on my way to work, the fog was thick.

Stopped in traffic on a rural highway, I looked at my surroundings.

To my left, an open field was blanketed in the mist.

The rising sun appeared more like a glowing moon as its shape could clearly be seen through the filter of vapor.

There are no days when I am alone.

God is always with me.

His guidance, comfort and love are my constant companions.

He will never leave me.

My soul waits for the Lord More than the watchmen for the morning; Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning.

—Psalm 130:6

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