Today, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I am groggy, tired, and sensitive. I am not fun to be around. Realizing this, I seek strength beyond my own, higher than my own.
My soul whispers in unison with the Psalmist
“Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
My success today depends on my steadfastness in seeking His higher ground. My Maker, not my mood, must mold my mind today.
To my amazement, my Abba’s response is one of attention, attunement, and affection.
He’s just that kind of Daddy.