Half-hearted and maybe just obligatory or lazily easing into morning, I read three devotions every morning.
It’s a discipline for me.
Yet, sometimes a nod back to my anxious church days of finger pointing preacher chastising, scaring me into faith.
Most days now, morning devotion is good and genuine.
Marker for my faith walk.
Like today, when a simple phrase, “Jesus, help me.” became a prayer, written in my journal and dwelt upon
Meditated, settled in with relevance for my day
A bullet list of things I can’t handle, things I can’t let go, things I once again open-minded give to God
Things God knew already; but waiting for my letting go, the surrender of my heavy load, of my striving to control
Coming back, again…to Him first thing in the morning, to rest before beginning with a lighter load.