Like a busy little bee...
I've been buzzing around the farm, diligently tending the garden, and, ever so
gradually, clearing out the barns and outbuildings.
I start each day—in the wee hours of the morn—
with a good bit of energy and high hopes that I will finally eliminate the
clutter I've lived with...
way too long.
before the day is done, something begins to happen.
By midday, my energy begins to wane, and the hope that had prodded me toward
the task at hand, now seems but a distant friend.
I feel quite sure the intense heat—that is almost suffocating the South—
is, to a great degree, the master of my misery.
By the end of each day, the energy supply that I'd begun the day with is all but
And like this old vintage tool caddy...
I'm left feeling rather weathered and worn!
I realize that tomorrow is a new day and with a good night's sleep and
the Lord's blessing...
I will awaken to beautiful blue skies, cheerful chirping songbirds...
and a totally renewed perspective! ; )
"The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to
an end; they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness."
Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV
and Bev's Pink Saturday.