Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. Some mornings I wake up a king, anointed, anticipated, shining.
Some mornings I wake up a pilgrim, on a journey yet unseen, but on a road laid out with adventures to be met.
Some mornings I wake up a mule. No power to wield, nowhere to go, just me, just here, dull and pointless.
Those days I must be most vigilant and ready, for my master is a good samaritan and I never know when I will be needed for something luminous.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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