Emptying The Storehouse Every Morning
Some days, it's just hard to get out of bed. Granted, the older I get, the more difficult it is to get my limbs to cooperate when I first rise. Everything pops and cracks like the floor of an old house when you walk on it. But it's more than just the discomfort of joints and aching muscles that makes me want to stay in bed some days---it's a sense of dread or of feeling overwhelmed by the day ahead. Sometimes, it's the lingering effects of whatever kept me up the night before, too. Over the past months, I have had more than a few nights when my thoughts were spinning, ideas forming, plans swirling, and worries abounding, and I lay awake, knowing that sleep wouldn't happen for a while. I think too much... I think. I'm not alone in this. I'm certain that more than a few of you are reading this Devo today who resonate entirely with what I'm saying. I read a beautiful prayer the other day by Kate Bowler (who...