I belong to a closed group called Blessed is She. Every morning I get a short e-mail written by one of our members.
I always read them.
Because they are short.
Because they speak to me as a woman.
Because they deal with every day real life issues and activities.
Because they always find a lesson or a message in that slice of daily life.
A friend introduced me to Blessed is She. She paid me the huge compliment of saying my writing is like that which appears in Blessed is She.
Somehow my thoughts drifted to those early days when I had to hunt for lessons in the small stuff.
I no longer need to do that. My life has become a lesson to myself.
I guess I’m a slow learner. I discover new lessons daily.
The sad part is that I’m forgetful.
Thus, I’m learning the same lessons repeatedly.
But one lesson has stuck. How to fill my spiritual lamp.
That quiet time, preferably first thing in the morning.
My Bible, my devotional, my notebook.
A cup of coffee.
Alone with my God.
Filling my spiritual lamp to the brim, even overflowing. Fuel for the day.
Cyber hugs and Blessings All. Keep your lamps topped up.