12th
He doesn’t go away
I wish that every morning I would wake up and instinctively my first thought was to orient myself with him. To find delight in the sweet fact that by his free grace I can now say “MY Father…” I wish I would then rise and walk through my entire day, acknowledging him in everything, He and I on the same frequency. However, sometimes I leave him at my morning chair with my Bible and empty coffee mug. On a high from good time with him (sometimes fragmented/distracted time) and reflecting on that early morning time, all day. Why hold on to moments past when I can walk with him presently, all day. “Ok God, It’s been real, loved our time, but I have to go to work (the studio) now. Then I remember that he is waiting there too. Not only that but he is present as I navigate myself from the house to the studio… on my Vespa (weather permitting :)! Are there areas of my life where God can’t come? Where he would not want to be?
Oh make my day one harmonious walk with God. To meet with him, all the time. When I have nothing to express… “Be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10)
My morning Osy inspired these thoughts…
