More thoughts o’ the day from Jon Swanson. Enjoy, and discuss. Thanks!!!
The king was up early, before the rest of the household. It was an old habit from years of living in caves and in fields. He couldn’t forget being watchful of sheep and soldiers, watching for wolves, both animal and human.
He slipped through the building and out the door, nodding silently at the salute from the sleeping sentinel. He sat on the portico, in David’s chair. He looked east, across a valley. The top of the hill, in later years to be known for it’s olive trees, was tinged with pink.
“Bless the Lord, my soul.”
It’s how he started every day. A man who spent his life giving direction to others, regularly gave direction to himself.
O Lord my God, You are very great;
This wasn’t one of his best mornings. “God you are great.” It reminded him of the little children’s prayer. God is great, God…
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