It is a gorgeous summer Sunday morning. As I am lying in bed, I can see the wind whip through the leaves and how it changes the dappled sunshine across my sheets.
For this morning’s song, I find myself singing,
“What can separate you from my perfect love? Do not fear. Do not fear. Do not fear.”
“Nothing to fear,” The Porter’s Gate
And I’m envisioning sitting on God’s lap, Him singing that to me and rocking me to the tempo of the song, which feels like a waltz.
Because right now I need someone bigger than me to make it all better.