I got home from a worship service last night, and all I wanted to do was give my brain a rest β which translates into watching a movie π But I saw my notebook in the corner of my eye and felt the Lord ask, “Will you spend a little more time with me?” I didn’t say yes immediately, but I couldn’t ignore it for too long. I picked up my notebook, grabbed a pen, and crawled into my bed. Opening to a blank page, I wrote, okay, here I am. We conversed a little longer, subjects between him and me. It was good. Much better than the movie that I was going to fall asleep watching. This morning I read a scripture about reeds bowing their heads, and I found myself praying that I would be that surrendered. That I wouldn’t ignore or put off or stand in my might as if that’s something to celebrate. A prayer for my life — to bend in the breath of the Almighty.
