Holy God,
The smell of coffee floats its way under the door and into my room.
And the sunshine shines bright where there was suppose to be rain.
I roll out of bed and grab my goodness mug from the cupboard,
because I have seen the goodness of the Lord.
I have seen and I have tasted, first hand, that you are good and your faithfulness endures.
We bask in your grace this morning.
We drink back your love.
Implant in us seeds of your joy.
This day be with in and without us.
Amen.
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