Jul 2017
May my mind
not find
silly things to be upset about
When before me stretches out
The height and depth
The length and breadth
Of Love
Taller than the longest rod
that claws it's way to space
It reaches past it to the land of light
And shoots it back
to pierce my heart
May my hands
not find
a day of joyful work without
When God never ceases to give out
every golden opportunity
each flake is precious and on time
not find
silly things to be upset about
When before me stretches out
The height and depth
The length and breadth
Of Love
Taller than the longest rod
that claws it's way to space
It reaches past it to the land of light
And shoots it back
to pierce my heart
May my hands
not find
a day of joyful work without
When God never ceases to give out
every golden opportunity
each flake is precious and on time
Sundays can be so hard for me. I'm usually tired, wishing I had been able to rest more on Saturday, even though I did rest. I'm apprehensive about my coming week, even though I know I'm going to be fine, and it's going to be a great week, and I'm just so blessed by God and He is using me. Satan loves to whisper in my ear that I'm not doing enough, that I won't have even "the little" it takes to conquer my week. But God says something different to me. He calls me to view the vastness of his love, and remember to enjoy the little tasks he's given me in this moment, trusting that he will always give me more after I have been faithful today.
