There is a song in the quiet moments before dawn that is unlike any other.
Today, I wake to the song.
With eyes closed I listen, slowly breathing deep this brand new day.
Lying still… I wait for the familiar twisting pain in my gut.
I don’t feel it so much right now… but here in the tender seconds before day-break I sense another pain.
Like my body’s immune system responding with destruction when I eat certain foods, my soul twists and wretches in response to another poison..
This poison’s name is Anger.
Yesterday I helped break up a vicious dog attack.
Thankfully the pup who was attacked will be fine.
But after it was over…for the rest of the day, I gulped greedy from a filthy pool of anger.
The poison flooded through me and overflowed out of me with bitter words through clinched teeth.
My body suffered. My spirit folded up tight. I tossed and turned the night away in restless sleep.
But Father always prepares a cleansing.
I sense that this moment, before the sun leaks light into new-day, I have a choice.
I choose peace.
Ask for forgiveness.
For a cleansing of the poison from my soul.
Still counting gifts…
#672- For your song of mercy that is new every morning…