In an essay entitled “Overtaken By Joy,” Ardis Whitman writes of a beautiful moment when she was completely overtaken by the Miracle of God’s creation:
I had been working all night on a manuscript. it would not come right, and I felt I could never finish it. But as the clock struck five, the last sentence fell into place, and I put down my pen, opened the door, and stepped out onto the lawn. The stars were thinning out and the sky in the east had that “light-is-coming” look. A few birds began to sing, tentatively trying out their voices, each seemingly waking the next. The trees, dark shapes on the horizon, began now to take on form and configuration. A stream of light caught the weeping willow across the street and sharply etched one branch of our birch tree. The sky lightened all along the eastern horizon. More trees appeared one-by-one. The great maple lighted with brilliance like a candelabra in the dark. The…
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