my feet are wet with dew.
i woke up this morning to what's become a typical sense of unease. ignoring it, i said 'good morning' to the Lord, boiled water for coffee, and walked the dog as the coffee dripped.
my heart is burdened beyond anything i've known in a long time. trying to push past all the lies that come screaming at me first thing in the morning, i found simple joy in the warmth of the early morning sun on my face. as we rounded the building, i saw a squirrel sitting in a bird bath, birds busy at the feeders above, and i thought to myself, "see how He provides for the birds of the air, for His creatures... isn't He great?"
He's been waking me up around 7:30 consistently for awhile now. it's amazing. i've been quietly praying for Him to reset my internal clock, for more time with Him in the quiet hours of the morning, and He is faithful to answer. i've given up the late night hours when i can really write in exchange for dew and sunshine, provided by, and shared with, the King.
my heart is stirred, longing. it is still burdened and heavy, but a little less so, broken by a glimpse of His face.
my feet are wet with dew.
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As I read this a smile widened across my face. Too many times I wake up and just walk into my day, never paying attention to the beauty and wonderment around me. This is such a great reminder of His love and provision, and for me to just stop and look around at the daily, sometimes minutely reminder of His goodness. Thank you for sharing this my friend.
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