Write about an hour of the day
The sunbeams sing through the marigold curtains this
morning. I am in a living room at a
cabin and the light of early morning comes to meet me beside my journal and my
cup of coffee. I hear the birds outside
ushering the world into the day’s glory.
In this early morning light, I fully believe all things are
possible. The light reminds me of new
mercies and new beginnings. The rustle
of my still sleepy child laying quietly on the couch next to me add another
layer of the goodness that surrounds me today.
IN this time with these sounds and this light I feel the invincibility
of the human spirit and the Holy Spirit communing together, conspiring on my
behalf, reminding me that all things do work together for my good. This early morning time, these breaths I
take, this bowed will is the fuel that I come for like an undeniable
elixir. It is the only thing that
matters. This space like no other space
in my life is where hope is kept alive.