This morning, with a cup of coffee and bowl of oatmeal in hand, I stepped onto the wrap-around porch which hugs our farmhouse and into the early dawn that was awake with color and noise. The daffodils are in full bloom. The bluejays were squeaking, the chickadees were chirping, and mourning doves were cooing. Only a few yards away a wild turkey was chortling the find of some new morsel. But loudest of all was the rooster, crowing as if he’d orchestrated the whole thing. It was a glorious and beautifully noisy cacophony of praise that caused my heart to say “Yea God!”

 The Bible says “the trees of the field will clap their hands.” And today, they are.

THIS is Living Abundantly!