This week brought illness. I can’t remember the last time I spent full days in bed.

I am thankful for a big, beautiful window in our bedroom, through which I can watch the changing colors and angles of light in the sky, from sunrise to sunset and everywhere in between.

This morning, when I opened the blinds, an almost full moon, silvery and majestic, lit up the sky just above the line of bear-limbed trees. It is amazing to me that these sights never grow old!

Being sick is never fun. I long to feel “human” again. But in all honesty, I don’t want to rush this time either. These hours of quiet solitude are speaking a welcomed “hushhhh” over my busy days, mapped out calendar, even honorable goals.

It is a rare treat to devote this much time to reading, journaling, pondering, praying, and listening to His kind and faithful whispers. We’ve done some much needed work on rough corners of my heart this week, the LORD and I. And I am grateful.

Favorite phrases from Psalm 16 seem sweeter to me than ever before. It is a joy to share them as today’s breakfast psalm: 🌿

𝘓𝘖𝘙𝘋, 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦,⁣
𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.⁣
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘖𝘙𝘋 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦,⁣
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦.⁣
𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘖𝘙𝘋 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦,⁣
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯,⁣
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦.⁣
𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥⁣
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.⁣
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦,⁣
𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦⁣
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.⁣
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𝘌𝘺𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥,⁣
𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯⁣
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘎𝘖𝘋 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥⁣
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘏𝘪𝘮.⁣
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𝐏𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝟏𝟔:𝟓,𝟕-𝟗,𝟏𝟏 , 𝟏 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝟐:𝟗-𝟏𝟎