The faintest ray of light sneaks through my bedroom window.
I am drawn outside to celebrate the beginning of a new day.
“Come walk with me!” a voice beckons.
So I do.
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How good it is to find the Father already at work making His mercies new.
Here, I commit to Him my day.
Let Him shape and hone.
Let Him guide through gentle whispers.
Like a loving friend He patiently listens to my worries and
and carries what becomes too heavy for me.
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Then He lights up the sky with colors so magnificent
that even the mist in the field stands in awe.
Birds sing their praises to the Maker and Creator.
His promises to my heart are like the oaks I pass, sure and strong.
His love for me is like the river I cross, steadfast and satisfying a thirsty place.
His care for my needs is like the field producing nourishment in due seasons.
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“Father, teach me here in the early morning.
Help me to see that this day belongs to you.
My time is in your hand. I cannot add a single minute.
Bring me back again tomorrow, to commit anew the day and all that it will bring.”
Psalm 59:16
But I will sing of your strength; I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning. For you have been to me a fortress and a refuge in the day of my distress.
Heidi Viars 
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