good morning

the morning is fresh. it is light and it is easy and it is not heavy. waking up is slow, and thoughts trickle in one by one, as they should. something is wrong if you wake up with a furrowed brow, with screaming voices hitting the walls of your skull from the inside out, if it feels like you're stepping onto a desert, wicked land when your feet meet the ground by your bed. i praise the Lord because that is not how my morning's feel, at least not anymore. in fact, there's never been a time where they've consistently been like that, just a few days interspersed.


"i have loved you', says the Lord" (malachi 1:1)

"but for you who fear my name the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings. you shall go out leaping like a calf from the stall." (malachi 4:2)