It’s late, for me!
Tomorrow will be here before I know it and I wonder if my first thoughts will be good ones. The kind that set a tone of joy at the start of a new day.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 God wrote down so I would have something good to read. So I would have something good to think about. So I could wake up in the morning and have hope for the day. The things I think, the words I say, I don’t want them to start here, in me. I want them to start with God and then run through my soul and then sit for a minute in my brain and become something real and good.
Words
But not mine. God’s and if only I could live them.
But I can
Not because I am strong or of a sweet spirit.
Only because Jesus said, “My Grace is all you need. (I am all you need.) My power is made perfect in weakness.”

Tonight is quiet.
Everything is still. It is late, for me! And God is here. He. Is. Right. Here! I will rest!
Not because there are no concerns or troubles. But he told me, all of us, His little ones, not to be afraid because He is with us. Always.
Sleep, with a thankful, quiet heart. He is here! And there! Tomorrow is a new day and His plan for the day is that I will trust in Him
Wait on Him to give me words and thoughts that turn into blessing, for me and for the ones who come close.