Praise be to Yahweh

When the sun woke me the next morning, I felt better than I had anticipated. I sat up on the edge of the bed, and thought about the events of the night before. Mary was already awake; I could hear her in the kitchen. The smell of hot cider filled the house, and stirred me to my feet. I walked to the table with the bowl of water on it, and splashed my face. It was very refreshing, but I couldn't wait to get a goblet full of Mary's hot cider.

"Good morning, my husband," She said sprightly.

I never got tired of hearing those words in the mornings. It was an invitation to have a great day. As I walked into the kitchen I noticed she was alone.

"Where's our guest?" I asked.

"He is outside. He said something about the morning dew, and how he wanted to feel it for himself," she answered, "Why don't you join him."

I grabbed my goblet of hot cider, and went to the front of the house as Onesiphorus was coming inside.

"So, how's the dew this morning?" I asked.

"Wet," He said.

"Were you expecting something different?" I asked.

"Not really. It is a gift from heaven, I suppose," He said "It does keep the dust settled for a little while, doesn't it?" I said.

"That it does, Michael. So, how are you feeling this morning? Any dew on you?" He asked comically.