The smell of vanilla coffee fills the air as the morning light begins to push the darkness back. Nights have never been my friend and last night was no different. Dreams that produce a night of tossing and turning are a constant companion lately.
The morning light is a welcome friend. The gift of another day is before me. My thought is to not waste the time given to me; to make this a good day and to live in line with the Good Book. I will do the best I can with His word to guide me.