for your Saturday

And then the sun rose behind and above the fog and rain, and everything turned pink. Everything. And for a second I wondered if we had finally reached that last day. The day when the sky will break open and we’ll stand face-to-face with the precious, holy, worthy Jesus.

 

 

But then I thought, “Lord, I’m still in my pajamas and wearing my glasses. And I have coffee breath. Can you wait until I brush my teeth?” And just like that, the glory of the moment faded. We have such a gracious God.

Praying you His grace astounds you afresh. Happy Saturday, sweet friend.