The sun coming in and landing on the succulents.
The Labrador looking longingly out the tall windows.
A phone call before 4, my teacher daughter calling to tell of her day, even the ring or ding, somehow familiar.
My morning, familiar. The sound of stirring of his spoon in coffee cup, so very noisy, intentional and purposed, everything my husband does, he does to be sure it is done.
The habit I have. A little bullet dot by my prayers, to flip the page back the next day and hope to turn the dot to starlike asterisk.
These things, I cherish. They are my familiar.
Last night, we had food together and everyone was seated, we would bless our meal. My sister in law, Julia came and just my daughter, her husband.
My husband would pray and end with “keep us in your will”, instead I asked Julia to pray.
She took a second after saying okay and then prayed.
“You pray just like MeMa. I heard MeMa praying for a little bit.” my daughter said, and we all we’re quiet in agreement, had a little moment, I thought of her prayers, familiar, comforting, an unexpected joy.
I know I needed.
“…always pray with joy”
Philippians 1:4 NIV
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