Yesterday morning was an early rise.
4:30 am to be exact.
My eyes opened and I felt a barrage of anxiety about my September commitments. Seldom do I feel spiritually attacked with such force and no warning. My tossing and turning was waking my husband so I crawled out of bed and headed downstairs. As I waited for the kettle hum to herald its green tea temperature arrival, I wrapped up in a blanket and glanced out the kitchen window.
Just a peek of sunlight through the trees.
A new day.
A reminder of hope.
A glimpse of God.