I was again awakened to paws scratching at the bedroom door, which had now served as a more reliable alarm clock. Yet, the dimness of the morning light deceived me. It was already after 6:00 a.m. and the morning breeze swept through the windows kissing me like a distant lover. The swirling, russling sound and amber hues reminded me of tiny school uniforms making their way through the front doors of the Blessed Virgin Mary Catholic school.
Reluctantly, and still exhausted, I climbed out of bed to lead the anxious canine out to the front yard to relieve herself. I was glad that this time she dilly dallied, as my thoughts projecting the busy day ahead.
I reentered the large, well-appointed bedroom and flipped on the remote. My spirit was suddenly arrested as I watched bodies spilled all over the streets of the Ukraine. Ambulances and law enforcement activity was at maximum level. Fears of future and more severe Russian attacks raised the global threat level. Talking heads opined with doomed conjecture.
Suddenly, my day’s plans to mull over case files and lament over outstanding chores seemed fruitless. Recognition of life’s blessings took over: I am healthy, free, blessed and most critically, protected and still walking in pursuit of God’s purpose for me.
My countenance livened and I took to praising. With gratitude, I thanked God for never leaving me nor forsaking me. (Deuteronomy 31:8). I also prayed for those affected in the war zone and those with similar feelings of substantial insecurity, asking for peace to prevail.
Almost sensing the inculcation of the Holy Spirit, the children woke up with smiles on their faces. We said our morning prayers and set out for the day.
“…But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.””
Joshua 24:15 ESV
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