Escape into the early morning.

As the weather allows, every morning between 6 and 7, I slip out my back door and into the backyard. 

Funny that-The sun is rising above the same spot every morning. Old wood fence, a large bush turned tree and there again is the first glows of a new day.  I escape this morning into His faithfulness.  That sun has never risen over another portion of fencing.  It has never been green; it’s always golds and oranges.  My Father has faithfully promised a new day, each day.  New grace for each day. New choices, new truth, new hope, and peace.  Faithful, so faithful.

Get your journal out.

Question for Jesus:  Tell me anew Jesus how you are faithful to me today.

Now tell Him what that means to you.