Trish, your words, almost full of gentle grace and sweetness were the perfect way to begin my morning. You said it best:
awoke to the softest dark,
and the fresh pre-dawn air,
and rejoiced that Sunday had come again,
a day of praise and prayer.
May this be my thought every morning ... a recognition that the Father's love has gifted me yet another day to fill with praise and prayer ... the only gifts I can give Him.
May you know, Trish, his richest blessings today ... you and your sweet family.