A small bird is sounding its twittering call from the grass growing atop the neighbor’s wall. The morning air is heavy with beautiful, moisturizing humidity. A bird swoops down from its perch, exposing a brilliant flash of yellow under his wings. The tile is cool on my legs as I sit here on the veranda, smelling the sweet scent of coffee wafting up from the kitchen below. In places, the pale blue sky is peeking through dark gray clouds tinged with white lining. It will rain today, like yesterday and the day before that. A blue and green striped towel hangs out of the window beside me and bends and flaps gently in the early morning breeze. Even here in the Amazon, I catch shivers creeping up my spine. Maybe it is the breeze, the cool tile, or the beauty of the place the LORD has brought me for this moment in time.