Monday, June 1, 2020
Day 80
Eighty days. Jules Verne could have traveled around the world by now. (Assuming he wasn’t prevented from traveling.)
This morning’s weather is perfect–the temperature, the sun, the breeze. Its perfect for reading in the sun, perfect for working in the yard, perfect for playing, but me? I’m just thinking. Too much thinking but never enough before I speak. Its a new day but I don’t need evening to look back at my foolishness. I see it now and I see it to come like a freight train that can’t be stopped.
Carpe diem? Or work for tomorrow? Don’t waste a perfect day, don’t forget about the future. Either way….niether way does it involve me trying to solve problems I can’t control. Yet why do I let those things distract me from the needs directly in front of me, looking at me, begging for my attention, love, support, and acceptance?
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight,
O Lord , my rock and my Redeemer.
Psalms 19:14 NASB
My coffee is cold, the perfect morning ages gracefully, His mercy endures forever.
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