God speaks. What He speaks is as unique as the way He
chooses to speak.
I strive to begin my days in quiet
solitude with God. Where I start my day varies on the weather and my mood. Most of the time, I sit at my desk. On particularly nice days, I sit outside.
On occasion, I spend my quiet prayer time sitting in a recliner angled so
that I look out an east facing window. If I wake up early enough, I get to see
the rays of the rising sun shining through the trees in the shape of a cross.
Witnessing this phenomenon is like God greeting me each
morning. I look forward to that special reception. It’s an exchange between the
two of us, a language all our own. It’s personal. It’s sweet. It’s special.
It’s just for me.
“Good morning, Renee.
“
“Good morning, Daddy!”
And so the conversation begins, different every day.
And so my day begins, with a cross in my window. 
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