It was early, and it was dark and quiet. I sipped on my coffee as the radio played soft music. My drive to work has become one of my favorite times of day, because it is also a quiet space to spend some time with God.
As I drove, I looked out over the fields and I saw it. Nearly every morning, the fog hovers over the fields, almost touching the grass and crops that grow. In the distance beyond a row of trees, there is a river, and I could almost see the water glistening in the silver moonlight. Continue reading