Good Morning, Lord . . .

December 2, 2016



My friend shared a sweet thought.  “The first thing I do when I open my eyes each morning is say, ‘Good morning, Lord.  What are we going to do today?”

     Something clicked inside me.  I usually say good-morning, Lord, but it was the second part that caught my attention.

     At this stage of my life, most of the time I can plan my days as I choose.  I really liked her suggestion and decided to make it mine.  

     With coffee in hand, I went to the swing the next morning and prayed, “What are we going to do today, Lord?”

     The phone rang almost immediately, “Can you watch some kids today?”asked my daughter-in-law.

     Hmmm, interesting.  Okay, Lord.   “Sure,” I responded.  “Why not.”

     In no time at all, in came four “little ones” 12, 8, 7, and 3.  An hour later, there was a knock at the door. Two more Mimlets came in ages 12 and 9, AND a friend.

     Okay, Lord.   “Come on in.”

     One giant loaf of bread, 1 jar of peanut butter, 2/3’s jar of jelly, seven apples, a bag of  cheese sticks and a half-bag of cookies later . . . I sat staring at my crust sandwich and thinking, did I hear Your right, Lord?  I felt Him smile.

     Then the squirt-guns came out.  Now I had seven soaked Mimlets, a pile of  muddy white towels, a pile of wet shoes and all I heard “That was great, WE’RE HUNGRY.”

It never helps to remind them they only ate an hour ago.  

     “Sorry, we’re out of bread.  How ’bout I make popcorn?”

     That night I crunched some random popcorn pieces as I walked to my bed and folded into the sheets  at 8:30, exhausted, and happy. I had the sense I’d truly done the Lord’s work.

     The next morning I said, “Good morning, Lord.” Hesitated for a moment and said, “What are we going to do today?”

     Guess what my son brought home that day . . .  a PUPPY!”

     I looked down at the eleven week old German Shepherd, totally speechless.  Okay Lord.

     After twenty-four hours with Odie, I was in love.  

     “He’s such a fine dog,” I told my son.”I wish I knew more so I can help with the training.”

     “Don’t feel bad,” he said, “just because he has papers and you don’t.”

     We had a good laugh as I disengaged my shoe from the dog’s mouth.

     Yesterday, I said, “Good morning, Lord, what are we going to do today?”  I looked at my overgrown garden from the porch swing and felt the urge to pull weeds.  I knew this had to be God.  It’s the first time all summer my back didn’t kick up a fuss.  When I crawled into bed that night, I was happy for all the work that got done  . . . only, I noticed how itchy I was. . .

     Yep . . . you guessed it . . .Poison Ivy!  At least I can say I was doing the Lord’s work.

It’s so easy to equate “doing the Lord’s work” with some type of religious activity: prayer, study, visiting the sick etc.  I’m seeing His work is life, ordinary life – lived with Him.  Whether it’s tending Mimlets, helping to train a puppy, and yes, even poison ivy . . . everything is good when you walk with a Good God.



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