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Sunday 27 September 2015 – Sunday sunrise

Sunday 27 September 2015 – Sunday sunrise
September 27, 2015 Anne Browse
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Last night I was simply too tired to blog, so decided to have an early night and write again today – I was sure that those who follow the blog every day would forgive me for rolling the weekend’s posts into one!
 
I remember never really understanding my mother’s accounts, when she was in her fifties, of waking in the early hours and going downstairs to make cups of tea.  I thought of her as I woke this morning at 3am, not just briefly as is sometimes the case, but properly!  It was one of those mornings where the most determined attempts to shut my eyes and go back to sleep were not going to work.  
 
In the end I decided that it was a good time to wash the kitchen floor.  No danger of anyone walking across it when it was wet!  I startled a couple of spiders, who appeared bemused at the arrival of a mop into their quiet and normally dark kitchen corners!  I then made a cup of tea and read today’s Word in Time Bible study from the Methodist Church website – all about hell and the cutting off of body parts!  You may like to read the notes here!
 
I then slept again, properly, and have woken to find the sun rising above our farm buildings.  Not a brilliant photo, but it gives an impression of the dawning day here in Devon.
 
I am exploring the psalms again at the moment.  This morning, early, I read Psalm 19.  Here are the opening verses, as found in the New International Version of the Bible:
 

The heavens are telling the glory of God;
   and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. 
Day to day pours forth speech,
   and night to night declares knowledge. 
There is no speech, nor are there words;
   their voice is not heard; 
yet their voice goes out through all the earth,
   and their words to the end of the world. 

In the heavens he has set a tent for the sun, 
which comes out like a bridegroom from his wedding canopy,
   and like a strong man runs its course with joy. 
Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
   and its circuit to the end of them;
   and nothing is hidden from its heat.