My Lord,

I was listening to Psalm 119 on my drive home with coffee in hand. You know how your words penetrate the deepest parts of me. I had to replace the coffee with tissue. I oftentimes sob like a child when the Holy Spirit reveals your precious precepts and promises to me. I know its in part because I know first hand that they are true and also because you are God, maker of heaven and earth.

I just melted into myself when the speaker read, "Oh how I love your law." I do. I am in no way shape or form perfect and it pleases my soul resting in the fact that I don't have to be. Knowing that you hold my hand, leading me toward your will actually takes a lot of pressure off me.

When he went on to read Psalm 121, "Where does my help come from?" again, more weeping. And then a burst of laughter. It's dark out and you know that I have a fear of striking a deer. I had to pull myself together and get back to deer patrol. Lol-

 My Lord, I love you so. With everything that I am, all the days of my life. Okay. Now more tears because morning has arrived and your creative and artistic ways of designing the sky takes my attention away from this post.

Eternally yours