In the morning, O LORD
I lift my face to You
You made me to be a woman,
In Your image You made me–
–living, breathing, life-giving.
Your abundant life flows through my countenance, my words, my touch.
lightening the load.
Your abundant life flowing through me to nourish others.
But it is not life.
Organization is a skeleton–necessary for life, but dry, dead bones when the breath of life is gone. Useless as a daily planner on a dead man’s desk.
Breathe Your abundant life into me, flow through me to nourish others.
Your breath of life.