Good morning.

It’s morning somewhere, right? I like morning the best, I think, but I am unsure why I feel compelled to choose a time of day that is favorite. I actually do believe that it goes all the way back to the Fall in the first garden and the consequences of the forbidden fruit having been tasted. Relative, qualititative judgements like good, bad, best, worst have come into play and I should abandon them.

Without that stain on the garden, you see, we are back to good—just plain ol’ good.
All of it was, because He said it was.

Tell me it still is!

.˙. , Good morning. And noon. And night.

Photograph “All the world, under one sun.” 2019 Timothy Waugh

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