And God Spoke and I Listened

I got up extra early this morning because I'm at a really good part in the book I'm reading during my quiet times and I could hardly wait to get to it. I put water in the microwave to boil and spooned my extra special Land-O-Lakes dark chocolate cocoa mix into my favorite mug. I've been saving my one little package for a special occasion. I lit my cranberry candle, put my favorite quilt in my chair, opened up the blinds, and set my celtic harp music on the stereo. It was effort, and the fact that I was accomplishing it without waking anybody up was making me giddy. I was so committed to coordinating ambiance that I forgot to notice poor Morgan camped out by the back door waiting too silently for someone to come let her ancient self outside. The unfortunate outcome of which was a very unpleasant odor that overpowered both my chocolate and my cranberry candle. Even after I disposed of the offending evidence and banished the culprit to the side yard I was sure I could still smell it.

I settled into my chair and soaked up a Good Word about keeping the motives of my heart pure in relation to serving others. Translation.....My actions are often an extension of what is in my heart. Be careful to guard the condition of my heart, or even my best efforts will be as pleasing as dog poop.

I just really love when God spells things out and keeps it simple for me.