I went to bed Halloween night looking forward to November. And I was awakened - far too early - by needy, overtired children. The day progressed in the same way. It was noisy, exhausting and rushed, which is the most lethal of combinations for my soul. I failed to be reflective or thankful. I simply survived.
And not very graciously at that.
SO today, November 2, I am hitting the restart button.
What restores my soul more than any other thing is simple. His Word.
Quiet time at 5:20 AM with His word and my journal is how I survive. It is my source of peace and hope and joy. It is the answers to the questions I would never ask anyone but Him. It is depth and strength. It is weakness and dependency. It is life.
Today, I remember. I soak it in on this cold dark (and thankfully silent) morning.
And I am thankful.
The kind of thankful that lasts. That restores. That refreshes. That renews.
Thank you Jesus for meeting me here. Always, You are faithful.
How I need You.
