Praise God for the crazy amount of business that rolled in the door last week. Praise Him for the catalyst it is for my soul and for every crevice of life it fills, sustaining us, and many others, for another day.
Lately, I’ve been running a lot. Nights and days blend together and I can’t remember the last time I got home before dark. When the once unusual becomes the norm, life can be a blur and who really counts the hours worked per week when you crest 80. As much as I have wanted to sit down and journal, surplus time itself has been a luxury and any effort to smell a rose has been deliberate.
Praise the Lord for His constant revelation, of where the blessings actually come from, and Who dictates the amount. His subtle reminders are nothing less than auspicious when it comes to savoring life’s eternal pleasures. Praise His holy name for desiring a continuous walk with me beside still waters. And, praise Jesus Christ for His sacrifice on the cross standing as a daily reminder of how many times I’m forgiven when I run ahead.
