“O LORD, I love the habitation of your house and the place where your glory dwells.”
The new mercies of morning include a fresh, God-given perspective.
I rest in the quiet room, grateful for another night turned day.
Yesterday I wrote about the way I’ve been doing things around here.
Something felt off about it, I couldn’t stand to leave it up. I trashed it.
This morning I see what the problem was, with an emphasis on was.
I was talking too much.
Today this is forgiven.