“In the morning when I rise” are familiar lyrics triggered by the view from my kitchen window. Now at summer’s end, I arise to the glory of wildflowers in bloom behind my house. Yellow and purple blossoms pop against a mass of unruly, tangled green. Butterflies and bees add to the mix, a pastoral image to start the day.
My curious nature wants to know the names of the flowers, origin and characteristics, everything about them. Curiosity and interest are positive traits. But sometimes it is enough, if not best, simply to appreciate the beauty that is before me. Too much information is not always a plus. Beauty is beauty. Let it be.
And now the song goes with me into the day:
In the morning, when I rise / In the morning when I rise /
In the morning when I rise / Give me Jesus.