This is my perch. Term given by my hero, when I have lingered a little too long. On some days I have to drag myself away. Even when I awake early, there never seems to be enough time spent here.
I have several different perches. This is my perch in Indiana-Friday through Monday, in the winter. I will have an outside summer perch. I just haven’t lived here in the summer to pick it out. I have two perches in Michigan. One, the winter perch. The other, an outside perch. I can’t wait to share them on Fridays.
My perches are always sunny. They must have morning sun.
This is where I am thankful for all God has done. This is where I ask God for so many things. This is where I get to know my Savior. I learn of Him. This is where He changes my heart.
This is where I study for a Sunday school class. So many wondering eyes. Waiting. They need me to be here at my perch.
This is where I write about the past day or days. I remember and am thankful.
This is where I plan the day. From house work, school work, and me work.
Did I mention the red throw is heated… It’s no wonder I linger.
I am linking up on Fridays to Glimpses of Home at Chatting at the Sky