I saw lots of things out there about 6 this morning. It was a totally random, compulsive detour, but a detour I needed to take. How come I’ve never thought to go out by Old Hickory Lake and watch the sun come up and have my quiet time…just me and God? I can tell you one thing…I’ll be doing it again. (Not tomorrow though. Heh) I was reminded of many blessings that I often overlook.
I saw these guys fishing together and it reminded me that the Good Lord has seen fit to drop lots of really wonderful people into my world and that I’m not doing nothing alone.
When I looked down and saw footprints in the early (dang, it was early) morning dew, I was reminded that I got Him carrying me.
The early morning mist on Old Hickory Lake reminded me that sometimes things are a little hazy and unclear but if you keep perservering, keep trusting, keep seeking…The sun peeks through, brightens the landscape and makes everything pretty vivid and clear.
I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is. So I say “my splendor is gone and all that I had hoped for from the Lord.” I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them and my soul is downcast within me. Yet, this I call to mind and therefore, I have hope. Because of the Lord’s great love, we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning [notice it doesn't say "On some mornings" or "Every once in a blue moon"] Great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:21-23