During this first blush before the sun has even peeped above the mountains dispiritedness has dented itself into my morning. I look at all that needs to be done, the whip of discouragement shows up.
I need to make that schedule for my daughter.
I keep forgetting to send off that CD...those thank~you notes, that handwritten letter.
I really need to finish that chapter I have been putting off for that past century.
I forgot to make Mountain Man lunch...
It is snowing and icy so there goes Language therapy again
That fossilized orange cat we rescued from under a snow pile last year just yuk yuk'd on my old hardwood floors again adding to my disillusionment.
I sit sipping the warm brew, looking at the mess in the back room, Pookies junk creativity strewn, dishes already piled in the sink ( where do they come from overnight?), undone sewing, laundry, homeschool lessons yet to be planned ( are we behind again?)
And then it happens.
A drop of fresh, renewing , life quenching water reigns down on me.....in me filling my spirit, allowing me the consideration of It's ok. It is OK. Everyone slips and slides abit ~ or alot as is my case. Mary knew what was important.
So, I sit and pray, get up, open the door, take in the brisk air then up and begin ~ letting His grace, His staggering , breathtaking , never-ending grace reign on and in me.
Patricia
