Escape into the early morning.
As the weather allows, every morning between 6 and 7, I slip out my back door and into the backyard.
Funny that-The sun is rising above the same spot every morning. Old wood fence, a large bush turned tree and there again is the first glows of a new day. I escape this morning into His faithfulness. That sun has never risen over another portion of fencing. It has never been green; it’s always golds and oranges. My Father has faithfully promised a new day, each day. New grace for each day. New choices, new truth, new hope, and peace. Faithful, so faithful.
Get your journal out.
Question for Jesus: Tell me anew Jesus how you are faithful to me today.
Now tell Him what that means to you.