 I woke up late. I woke up in a tizzy. My kids call it the “Saturday morning Tasmanian devil”.
My usual: I spend my first of the day with GOD. Before I even put my feet on the floor; there is an exchange between me and my FATHER. This morning, not so much. I didn’t pray, worship, read or even have a convo with the ONE WHO sustains me. I woke and started running around the house, complaining, cleaning, ripping apart cabinets, and did I say complaining? Yep, muttering to myself the woes of a house in disorder. You know who was in disorder? Me! My peace comes from the LORD. I need to tattoo that on my eyelids. The inside of them! Dust and disarray can be taken care of. However, not taken care with craziness, unrest and a loss of inner peace. Delving deeper within, I realize I have so much going on that I have a large sense of overwhelm. This led me to the land of “losing it”. Losing what? My peace. Not to mention the chaos I bring to those around me, when I get like this. That few moments in the morning when I greet JESUS. Those minutes of thanking HIM for this new day. Praying and talking to GOD. Grabbing my coffee, reading and writing. Giving GOD my first moments truly rewards me. It DOES provide me an inner peace that is unexplainable. I don’t get moved to an ugly place so rapidly when my mind begins with and stays upon my FATHER! And HE loves me so much, I get a redo. Sure, it is later in my day! Sure I have already spun outta control. But JESUS welcomes me back into HIS strength and I take a deep breath..... and realize all is well! #ThankYOUJESUS ❤️
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