I don’t know how you start your day, but on freezing Minnesota mornings, I yank up the bed sheets and relish each minute before my feet hit the floor.
My husband groans, stretches, and wedges an arm beneath me. I ignore the drool on his cheek. He’ll figure it out in a second. It strikes me that we’ve only experienced eighteen and a half years of such marital bliss. LOL!
Good morning, Lord…
And so begins a chorus of prayer I don’t ever want to stop (and not just so I could stay in bed.)
Lord, draw Billy and Justin closer to you. Help them love you more than anything. May they recognize and hate Satan’s lies, always running to you, their tower of truth…
Our prayers blanket our children, protecting, loving, cacooning, warming. Here we are, two imperfect people flinging ourselves under a perfect God.
Suddenly, I think of the day’s stresses, and I tense. I have to do this and that. Oh, and I need to write a blog. I’m behind because of the book.
Aware of my spinning mind, I say, “no.” No matter what problems I face, God is bigger and stronger.
In seconds, I’m back to this carefree place, breathing deeper. Truth clears the air, lightening my spirit.
I peel back the bed sheets, swing around my feet, and feel my heart pick up.
Everything I face, I face with Christ. And so do you. So let’s spread our wings and fly…
A world of opportunity awaits.
[box] Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning. Lamentations 3:22-23[/box]