Clumsy and Forgiven

This picture represents last Friday morning.  I wanted to write about it then, but it was a very sore topic!  Let me go back a little.  First, I love, love, love my mornings!  Morning is when I spend time with Jesus.  Mornings to me are, Jesus, my bible, coffee, sunrises, peace, and joy!  Another thing that brings me joy is my beautiful pet mini pig...Patsy Swine!  She is sweet and beautiful and funny!  She brightens my day, and usually my morning. Friday morning was a little bit different.  I woke up at 5am as usual.  Stretched.  Smelled the coffee brewing, as it was set on auto brew.  I walked down the stairs.  Patsy Swine was there to greet me as usual.  You see, she gets breakfast first, so that I can enjoy my quiet time in peace.  However, Friday morning she wasn't as excited for breakfast as she usually is.  And, as I walked in to the dining room I realized exactly why.  My purse was strewn across the floor...empty.  She had consumed my lip gloss, my ibuprofen, my cough

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His splendor was like the sunrise; rays flashed from his hand, where his power was hidden. -Habakkuk 3:4 Where are you?  I can't feel you?  Are you there?  Have you left me?  Why aren't you talking to me?  These are the complaints that fly from my lips more frequently that I like to admit.  I will throw a pity party, playing the lonely victim.  And then, something beautiful happens.  This morning it just happened to be in the form of a sunrise that was so splendid.  This sunrise was so bright that it left me completely in awe of the artist.  And there, all I could say was thank you.  Thank you for painting that sunrise for me.  It was the perfect reminder that of course my father is there.  Not only is he there, but he loves me.  He showed me that with the sunrise today, and continues to show His love in my life and in yours.  Father, thank you so much for reminding me exactly how much you love me.  Forgive me for doubting that.  I pray that you will open my eyes to your sp