Friday, July 3, 2026 (4:32 a.m.)
Good morning Lord,
(4:46 a.m.)
Here it is! My first genuine, “Thank You!” of the day.
I tried a couple of fake ones earlier. Even refused manufacturing a few. This one comes on the heels of finding words that describe my feelings at the moment.
Neither happy nor sad. A neutral state. Emotionally flat. Numb. “Meh”. Languishing. Uninterested. Incurious.
Thank You Father that I am not alone in my feelings. Thank You that others have felt them. And they are not fatal.
Lament is too strong of a word. But languishing describes it well. A feeling of pensive sadness.
What’s even better than the description, is the fact that I don’t have to try to fix it. Or change it. Or make it go away. I can choose to embrace it. Bring it with me into Your presence. And ask (Matthew 7:7) You what You would have me do with this languishment.
(5:20 a.m.)
Father, thank You for teaching me to ride the waves of my emotions. Not to judge them. Nor the people I would normally point to as having caused them.
YOU are good regardless (Psalm 145:7). Great (v. 6). Glorious (5). And gracious (8). Thank You that You are.
(5:33 a.m.)
Thank You that we have Your Word. To which we can turn. And cling.
Yes, Father. Thank You that Your Truth never changes. It provides us the hope that proves to be an anchor for our souls (Hebrews 6:19). Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.
(5:49 a.m.)
Thank You again Dear Lord that we are able to bring every thought (2 Corinthians 10:5b) and feeling straight to You. No questions asked. Just come. Right into Your presence with thanksgiving in our hearts. Trusting. Believing. Depending on Your Word to stand true.
Use me today. Exactly as You know is best. Smiling [as I am now]. Singing [whenever it comes]. Standing firm in and on Your Word. And staying my mind on Your Truth and promises.
I love, need, trust and want You, Lord. “Oh! Teach us to live well! Teach us to live wisely and well!” (Psalm 90:12 The Message). Yes! Thank You. Praise You. Amen.
(376 words ~ 5:59 a.m.)
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