Picket Fences

  I sat down with every intention to do my morning reading. I had my coffee, my notebook, my blanket, and…my phone. I picked up my phone for a brief text which ended up being another text, and another text… A few times my emails got a look through. I didn’t open my devotional emails. The titles were glanced at for a few seconds and then back to perusing through other things on my phone. Videos of my cat’s were sent to my husband. Morning gifs were sent and oh, another picture and video of my cat’s. My Bible got pulled over closer to me. Then another glance at my devotional’s . Oh, this one looks simple it is about the writer’s job. Okay … And there He was. Every word in that devotional spoke to the place in my heart that I really didn’t want to deal with at the moment. It was easier to play around until I felt I could get up and get busy with my day. It was as though, I was the writer of that devotional, not someone else, who I had never met before. He was waiting. He