I look back at the day when I am awake in the middle of the night.
There were challenges, laughter, love, service, encouragement, learning, leaning, apologies, forgiveness, struggle and reconciliation, tears, and tired.
Yesterday was a good day.
It is hard to believe that Jesus died, the age old truth that I know yet don't. I want to skip over Friday and jump to Sunday. To the life part, the joy part, the reconciliation part. I want to forget about the death, dying, middle of the earth, payment, blood shed.
I'm like that in life too. I want the life part, not the dying.
My heart is working, my head is churning, I have got to stop waiting, asking for more and looking ahead. I have to serve where I am, doing what I have been asked to do, not comparing, not coveting, not wanting more.
Asking tonight for Grace and Mercy, that they would flow out of me, that I would be a conduit of joy. That I would take each opportunity to love and do so, that peace and kindness would flow like a river.
God, help me to not worry about tomorrow, to just leave that business to You. Not to plan for something new or to long for different, help me to leave that to You.
It is difficult for me, this being where my feet are.
Mercies are new every morning, excited for dawn to appear.
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