The early morning found me before I wanted it to.
I wasn't feeling holy. I wasn't thinking holy. But somehow I stumbled upon the idea that every day is holy to God. He made it. He knows the potential to love through it.
What a thought: the potential of a day, a year.
The year is clean--we haven't muddied it yet with our gripes and complaints.
The day is clean--we haven't pressed into it with our grumbles and dread.
Goodness...is it possible to hold onto holy as we enter this day, this year?
Is fresh thinking, given to us each day, a way to feed our strength?
Thanks, God, for the incredible gift of fresh start thinking.
