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Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight
Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise ev’ry morning
God’s recreation of the new day

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Songwriter Eleanor Farjeon

It has been a long time since my last post, and feels like a lifetime in all that has come to pass.  I lost my mother in November and my heart still aches for her almost every day.  We have also grown leaps and bounds in our walk with God and are just beginning to see that blessings that he has for our family.  We continue to enjoy the land, the trail, the home that we have built here.  Most importantly, we have been blessed time and time again with the reminder that while isolated, we are anything but alone out here.  We are beginning to again be reminded as well that our prayers and Faith led us here, and through the Wilderness, we have begun to emerge on the other side.  To others who are just beginning to live out their dream, and to those in the midst of it, I say to you:

“11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”

Jeremiah 29:11-13 (NIV)