Are you the wife of a pastor? Christine Hoover and I are chatting about that over at her place today. Visit us there to join in the conversation and offer your words of wisdom.
The morning shows up right outside my window. I get up in the dark and all I see is me in that window, reflected back, tired. And then slow morning comes right on time like a dream, a whisper. And I can’t see me in the glass anymore. Light does his work there – takes away our tired reflections, opens up the way, shows us the rocking chair and the tree line and the sky.
I need morning today. I need to wrap the light around me like a shimmery cloak and wear it to the grocery store. I need the new fresh squeezed orange juice mercies; to stand up and stretch and shake off the sleepy, tired ways of the last few weeks. I need morning to come up beside me, take me by the hand, and lead me down the quiet path of joy. I need a year of mornings.
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” -Lamentations 3:22-23
What do you need today?