Meeting God
I woke to two puppies needing attention. The laundry from the weekend was clamoring to be put away. One child rose early. The other slept in. My husband worked in the kitchen, cleaning from the night before - the dishes and cups clinking loudly as he loaded the dishwasher. Memories of the mornings from a former season of my life wafted through my brain . . . aren't the early hours supposed to be peaceful? Pristine? QUIET? No longer. At least, not right now. I've read the verses about meeting the Lord in the morning. First thing. First fruits. Start [...]