The first battle of the day

Meadowkirk Tree at Sunset

It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other Voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. And so on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussing and frettings; coming in out of the wind.

– C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

God says, “You are mine. I love you.”

Lord, let that be our perspective throughout our day. Amen.

[H/T to John Sowers’ The Heroic Path.]

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