Quiet, quiet, quiet. I wake up in a haze that matches the haze of the morning heat. I pray myself awake, always a blessed way to start the day - praising You, expressing my gratitude and faith, naming the disappointments and the frustrations and concerns and then handing them over to You.
There is no better way to begin. All goes into Your hands, all belongs to You. Release. Release. Release.
I tell You I love You and I re-pledge my trust in who You are, in Your timing of events and decisions, the orchestration of my life. I give You free rein to do as You will. I know You've heard my heart cries well. And now I step back and allow You to orchestrate every detail that makes up my day, my week, my life. All those I love, I influence, I hand them into Your care. For You know their needs, You surely know that Your will is what's best, You know how to best guide them in their own circumstances and decisions. I entrust my loved ones into Your care and keeping.
The day is Yours. I am Yours. My thoughts and hopes and dreams fade to dust without Your enlivening touch. Thy will be done in each and every situation we have talked over in recent days. Thy will be done.
I relax. Because I know without a doubt that the Creator of the universe and the Redeemer of my soul is in charge.
And I am not.
... this, a recent early morning journaling
