The day was young, I had just gotten up the sleepers were nearly out of my eyes and then…
not so good news but not to bad either
The day was young, I made it to the bathroom. Shower was cold, floor was wet and then…
But now hurts
The day was young, hard to move, clothes finally made it on my body and then…
could not believe it
How could they be so…
The day was young, hard to move, hard to think, heart very heavy and then…
and more prayer
Expressions deep with in my soul, vocalized, out loud, echoes of the Psalmist, asking for God to move and render the adversary powerless, for all arrows that are shot to return and do him harm instead, for restitution to occur, for God to move with justice for the Glory of His name and then…
a voice so silent it could have been missed but didn’t intend to be
comfort flowing down like a hard but soft rain, relaxing, lifting the burden – the sleep robber – from it’s effects.
The day was young, God was already at work, solving, doing, answering prayer for my benefit and for His glory. And then…
were healed and strengthened
The day was young but not as young when I backed out of my garage, but it sure felt younger than when I first woke up
that’s the power of God’s love and His response to prayer.