Good morning Angel,
Healers.
Educators.
Comforters.
Helpers.
Cleaners.
Smilers.
Fierce and focused ones.
Your life today will be touched.
Dearheart, your burdens weigh tired. Weary. Worn. Overcome. Bedraggled.
A place in the middle of nowhere.
It is right here, in this place, that Father God sends more of Him with such heart that every touch spurs His tenderness, every glance delivers His strength, every tone gifts healing to your lonely battle. The slightest pressure of a hand squeezes in life.
Arise, GentleOne. No one has to know the depth of your ache to simply offer to you a portion of your Creator’s stamina to get you through this minute, to the next hour, into the evening.
Watch.
Expect Him.
Expect His ways.

‘I wait for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning — more than watchmen for the morning. Israel, put your hope in the Lord. For there is faithful love with the Lord, and with Him is redemption in abundance.’ Psalms 130:6, 7