Wonder what life would be like if God was the subtext of everything we do. Every single thing… waking up, brushing our teeth, sipping coffee, walking out the door, starting the car….
Every. Single. Thing.
Taking a deep breath and savouring the inrush of life.
Holding a beloved in your arms and just thanking God for the overwhelming power of the moment, the thunder of love, the music of a beloved’s whispering, the captivating moment of surrender …
Dropping off to sleep….. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah …..rest
Speaking of sleep …. what more evidence could we ask for that our lives are being lived in a cesspool of stress and angst than the fact that most people have no clue what a night of sleep is like. “… slept like a baby” ….
He giveth his beloved sleep ….. Ps 127:2
Sleep is evidence that you are His beloved!
Sleepless? Get a warm glass of milk, stop tossing around, and talk loudly to your God. He is wide awake and he digs conversation with you.