Spirit of the God, descend upon my heart,
Wean it from earth, thro' all its pulses move,
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art,
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.
Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh,
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear.
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.
Wean it from earth, thro' all its pulses move,
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art,
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.
Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh,
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear.
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.
Lately D has prepared breakfast for me nearly every morning. Usually a bowl of cold cereal but sometimes a biscuit or an egg. I'm not sure how we got into that habit but this past week I was convicted about it. He does more than his fair share in that aspect of our relationship. Friday afternoon I told D that I would fix him breakfast on Sunday - whatever he wanted. I could have predicted what he would pick, knowing him as I do (being a good southern boy and all) and then go ahead and offer it, but sometimes he surprises me. Sure enough, he decided he wanted a country breakfast: scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, biscuits with gravy and orange juice. So I put on some nice jazz music, got into cooking mode and started making brunch. It's a good thing I'm only eating two meals today! I didn't even have eggs or sausage and it was nearly 800 calories!
Tonight I'm squeezing in a little more research for NaNoWriMo. I'm planning to finish up The Forger and start in on A Thread of Grace. Next up: A Hatred for Tulips.
1 comment:
now thats a good looking breakfast!
- HymnSinger
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