Outside, the sun is shining and beginning to warm up the ground. This morning during my walk, I noticed vapor rising from a brown garbage can as I passed by. The sun, drawn to the dark color, was absorbing into the can and warming the cold air inside, creating steam.
As I remember that, I wait.
I wonder if, like cold air, my soul needs to be warmed by Jesus this morning. Will I breathe out His breath to those I pass by? Will His presence be visible as I walk with Him?
"I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope." (Psalm 130:5, NIV)
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