My daybreak therapy is praying with a pen, recording trials and blessings of yesterday.
King David and I have spent many quiet dawns and silent nights in the Psalms he once penned in caves and pastures. David the shepherd–king has faithfully been a good mentor, guiding me through the tough times of life, leading me beside still places.
Now I write about my Beloved of my everyday in journals filled with naked thoughts on tear crinkled pages, and . . . I emerge strong.
There are times my journal is nothing more than a tattered scrap recklessly scribbled at a traffic light, or jots on a napkin, transcribed later to the treasured keepsake.
Mostly, it’s in the sweet Selah pause and ponder times, when I come quietly…
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