There is soft sunlight slipping through the slits of shades on a peaceful Sunday morning.
I can almost hear a Whisper from the Divine calling me out of a plush hotel bed and into the newness of morning.
I quietly sneak out of the suite I'm sharing with my bride-to-be sister and some friends, slide out of a creaky door and inhale the freshness of country air, breathe in the nostalgia of farm fields.
The promise of harvest dances in the golden tassels, sways in the gentleness of late summer breezes.
And the farmers who've tilled and sown strong seed into fertile fields, watered and weeded, carefully looked over and maintained their crops will reap the fruits of their labor soon.
It beckons me, so I open my Love Letter and begin to read the carefully penned words of James, encouragement to tame the tongue and seek out Divinely inspired wisdom.
But the words that linger on my lips, as I speak them into the warming morning air, plant themselves in my heart alongside the view of stretches of cornfields, pregnant with abundance:
"Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness." James 3:18
I breathe it in, breathe it out.
And I know that Truth isn't only carefully penned onto fine pages and bound together into a big Holy book; it's also written beautifully across all of Creation.