SUNDAY MORNING

I have already been to church this morning. But that's not where I talked with God. We chatted as I drove through the country side, as I viewed all the colors he used creating fall this morning. We chatted as I gathered tomatoes and green beans from my happy little garden. We sat silently together here on my deck, listening to the crickets and birds, hearing the water trickle along the creek, feeling the chilly breeze as it rushes through the trees. We talked, and I was content. But the way he has filled my heart today, once again, tells me I am so loved, and everything is okay.