How did your day “Settle”?

As the sun snuggles up to the friendly daisies and covers under light lilies, my house is at peace with sunset rays. They seem to pray over our homey kitchen as I watch the day end in glory.

How is your day “setting”?

Was your day a collage of trials and sorrow? If so, settle into God like the sun settles into the earth.

He is the one that can cradle you with comfort and strength. He will give you a refreshed spirit as He cleans your armor. As you dress yourself with the newly polished armor, the sunrise will reflect off of chrome that gleams with newfound strength.

Did your day settle with strife?

When you get off your steed in the evening, guide him to waters that refresh not only his spirit, but yours. Sit beside the rock and sip living waters that will quench mind, soul, and a parched heart.

Take time to rest your spirit as the sun sets into spirited fields of Sunflowers. Take in God’s breath and breathe out rejuvenation. Wrap yourself in the warmth of God’s word amongst the valleys to stand on the battlefield once again.

As the sun settles into the grinning daisies the next day, you’ll fall asleep as peace glows onto hearth and home.

So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today. Matthew 6:34

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