Yesterday I woke up in funk. No particular reason. I was in a poor mood before my kids even woke up. I arose early enough to do my Bible study, but even that didn't lift my spirits. Things did not improve the entire day. Even the sound of my sweet #1's voice grated on my nerves - just keeping it real, here.
My wonderful husband could sense my frustration, that and I told him how icky I felt. He offered to take the 3 babes to his momma's house to give me some alone time. I know me, and alone time would have only made the situation worse. However, I took him up on his offer and headed to Wednesday night service solo.
Oh, how thankful I am that I was there. The music was good. Just plain good. And as I sang the words to "Sanctuary" I prayed them and slowly the goo lifted. When I sang that holiness is what I long for, I meant it. And He answered.
I woke this morning in a much different place mentally. 100% better. And I am thankful that satan's hold didn't take. I hate it when those moods strike, as the tend to do and even more when I can't shake it, no matter how flat on my face before God I get. But he brings mercy every morning and today is good!
Hope you are having a great Thursday, as well. And if not, maybe tomorrow will be better!
Happy 3rd of July~