I was pooped last night. Even skipped yoga this morning. Letting myself rest in God’s arms, spoon with Jesus, dance with the Holy Spirit. You know the metaphors. After a birthday bash most days last week, rest is best (with periodic dancing).
This well-dressed table greeted me when I finally arrived downstairs. My beautiful sister-in-law gifted me the flowers. And Mom finished her photo puzzle, a present from my brilliant sister.
Now I remember, spring has sprung. Resurrection is on its way.
Mon – Mar 21, Jeremiah 11:1-17 Romans 2:1-11 Psalm 39