I am so proud and blessed to be a part of The Glorious Table. If you have not previously visited, today is the day! While you are there, be sure to sign up to receive posts in your inbox. Each day, lovely writers share lovely words meant to encourage you and cover you with grace. Today, I share mine.
The morning is quiet and the coffee is hot. I sit in my favorite chair with my worn leather Bible on the table in front of me, pen poised to record the Spirit’s work in my journal. The aroma of the presence of God is so sweet, His voice so clear.
Then life happens.
The kids all wake up on the wrong side of the bed. My husband rushes out the door in a huff. The baby cries all morning. The dishes in the sink from the night before mock me with their crusted sauces. I step on a Cheerio, trip over a pile of laundry, and hit my head on a cabinet someone left open.
It’s gone. The praises have turned to filtered Christian-cuss. The sweet aroma is replaced by an unpleasant odor coming from the kitchen. The voice of God is drowned out by negative self-talk. I am a failure. (Read more . . .)