Before I was fully awake I stumbled over a toy that my most recent house guests had left behind.
Moving forward regardless, even before I prepared the trace amount of caffeine I allow myself, I was fussing and fuming over something else – it doesn't take much. I'm often amazed how, at my age and with my wealth of experience, even now I can go from quiet tranquility to untamable shrew in 4.0 seconds*.
As happens sometimes, something reminded me of a fragment of the dark, sad past. Today, instead of reminding myself that was then and this is now, and without the little dogs to remind me Someone is always listening, I soon forgot I'm not actually alone here.
Heartbeats later I gave voice to the thoughts blowing through my mind like the gale force winds that uprooted the tallest tree from the yard, and tore away half the roof on the hen house.
Yep, suddenly angry words busted outta me like a runaway train.
Like a muzzle check on a firing range, that advice shut my mouth and reset my reality in a heartbeat.
I no sooner confessed the open sewer line of thoughts I'd spewed into the air, asked forgiveness and then begged God to reverse any evil I caused, than the cottage radiated peace again.
With that, my latte and I found today's place in Jesus Calling*.
Thank God we can stop run-away brains – restarting from right here and now. Oh, and can we keep early today and the rest of our pasts between Jesus, us and these walls?