new day

A new day.

Cold as ever, but clear, too. Pretty.

A list waiting faithfully on the counter, ready to remind my fuzzy head first thing about what the day demands.

Cookie dough waiting to be rolled. Logs waiting to be frosted.

The possibility of some little hands helping with the sprinkles this afternoon.

A floor showing signs of projects–too many projects!

A fridge full of quick and easy party food. (Isn’t that why God made peppers in so many colors? For a quick and pretty plate?)

A husband coughing–still sick. Poor boy.

Best of all, new mercies. A clean slate. I’m glad for that. So glad.

Lord, let my heart find You today. I want my heart to be home to a well-worn road leading to Zion.

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