Blogging Diary 9

Every morning

You pull me out of bed

Still cold and dark

I obediently drag along my robe

And glasses in the other hand

Yawning goodbye

The final paces of sleep

You’re inviting me to discover

The hidden things

You told Jeremiah about.

I’m sometimes so slow to grasp

Even if the pieces of the mysteries

Are so obvious to find.

You let me find them

In the different corners

of my home and workspace.

I’m so amazed at Your ways!

Strange, but true

That I receive more strength

When waiting on You.

When I’m weak and weary

I hold out my cup

For only more grace.

ChallEngEr💞