It was Monday … morning.
My wonder dog had had me up in the middle of the night in gastric distress (sigh … I wonder what he ate now).
I was bone tired and just didn’t feel I was bringing my best to work.
As I drove East I reached the first point in my drive to work when I could see Mt. Baker and the mountains of the North Cascades.
My jaw dropped, and my eyes popped.
I wish I could have pulled over to take a picture of the sunrise, the light peeking through the clouds and the shadows on the mountains had a spectacular visual effect.
Wide-eyed, for the fist time that Monday morning, I smiled broadly … and felt a lightness begin to grow within me.
I lift my eyes up to the mountains
Where does my help come from?
I smiled all the way to work.
Devotions in first block were done by a student, a student who exceeds in joy, in love, in tenderness and care to all who cross her path.
She nourished us, treated us with foods to nibble and a message of hope.
The message that I received, visually, while driving to work, after a night of poor sleep.
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.”