Pizza for dinner cause the kitchen was too hot to cook, and I was too distracted...besides, I made awesome omelettes for breakfast.
Dogs on a walk after dark, in the muggy-yet-cooling night.
Kids bath, giggle, splash, say good night and kiss.
Thoughts sting like bugs on the back porch under the flickering light and sipping sweet tea.
Friends, sticking close, reaching out, landing pad.
Tomorrow we'll do it again. Forty days. Isn't that how long Jesus was in the wilderness, battling the forces of evil? If He can do that, I can do this. No problemo.
Dry eyes, sore back. Tomorrow.
Psalm 121
A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord will keep you from all harm —
he will watch over your life;
8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
he will watch over your life;
8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
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