Some days you wish you had a reset button.
‘Twas a morning like this. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, just a whole lot of needs all at once for a mother with a Monday morning mind.
So I made my bed. Then I opened the Bible.
When you open the Bible without direction you can pretty much guarantee where you’ll end up. There’s something about the fit in your hands, when you hold the pages, touch your thumbs to turn the words. You always end up somewhere in the middle.
A Psalm. A Proverb. Or a Prophet.
In other words, exactly what I needed.
“Your people will offer themselves freely on the day of your power, in holy garments, from the womb of the morning, the dew of your youth will be yours.”