Morning times with God fill me with joy and faith, but later on in the day traffic jams, lost library books, and leaky washing machines turn me into a hot mess faster than nobody’s business. During my quiet time I often sense God speaking. I feel peace. But during my hot mess times I whine, and I can’t for the life of me remember what I read in the Good Book that very morning.
Um, isn’t the Bible supposed to affect how I live my life? How is it that the same woman who heard God’s voice in the morning gripes at the kids for messing up the kitchen and snaps at her husband because the poor man left his tea bag in the WRONG saucer?
How can I carry what I read in the morning into the rest of my day? [Read more…]