My holiness shines bright and clear today.
Today I wake with joy, expecting but the happy things of God to come to me. I ask but them to come, and realise my invitation will be answered by the thoughts to which it has been sent by me. And I will ask for only joyous things the instant I accept my holiness. For what would be the use of pain to me, what purpose would my suffering fulfil, and how would grief and loss avail me if insanity departs from me today, and I accept my holiness instead?
Father, my holiness is Yours. Let me rejoice in it, and through forgiveness be restored to sanity. Your Son is still as You created him. My holiness is part of me, and also part of You. And what can alter Holiness Itself?
After only four hours sleep I awoke with a long list of things to complete for my book launch tomorrow. All bleary eyed I read the lesson and was instantly transformed by the first sentence. I changed my expectation from ‘long and tiring’ to ‘fun and happy’ and have been rewarded accordingly. Things fell into place easily. I worked steadily throughout the day, and accepted help when it was offered. Blowing up balloons with a nine year old made it feel so much like planning for a party, and that’s exactly what it’s going to be tomorrow night. A launch party! With friends and family.
So, the rum punch is made (and very lovely it is too… if I do say so myself… well, actually, others in the house said so too), the balloons are blown, the flowers are arranged, the books are sorted, the poems rehearsed. I’m tired but happily going to bed to wake to more joy tomorrow.