Over the weekend, I forgot to make the granola we have for
breakfast during the week, so we went into Monday morning with scrambled eggs.
Frozen bread into the toaster. An hour later, granola cooling for tomorrow, and
the bread maker is grinding away behind me. We are so blessed to have choices.
I pray for those whose empty larder in the morning means an empty stomach for
the day. Make me generous today, Lord, with prayers and time and money.
This is the day the Lord has made. I was awake in the night,
first with the anxieties that haunt most of us, but then the Lord helped me use
the wakefulness creatively, inspiring ideas of how to revise a major character
in a book I wrote years ago. I’m excited to get going on it.
This is not the day I had planned yesterday. But this is the
day that the Lord has made, and I am going to rejoice in it. I have misgivings
that I am up to the writing task, so as I read of Jesus raising Jairus’
daughter this morning, I asked him to raise these characters in the book so
that they speak truth and life.
This is the day the Lord has made. It is all I have. With
his help, I will walk through it with him.
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