The sun is just now rising and I slip on the tall winter boots the Cowboy got me for Christmas and the puffy black coat my Dad got for me the first winter we moved to the farm and I walk outside into the frigid air. I breath it in and my chest feels heavy. I force my eyes to look up and He reminds me of another piece of His character,
teadfast love is always being poured out.
Why am I always forgetting that?
With Jesus, there is always a reason for joy.