Joy in the morning.

…weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. (Psalm 30:5)

There have been so many days when I woke up with the funk of yesterday’s drama on me and the right word or the right music or even a positive reflection just completely turned the day around for me. It does not always work, but it sure beats choosing to dwell in the muck and mire that life can be sometimes.  I’m so thankful for new mornings and new mercies.

Reading, writing and what?

Little A is in first grade. She’s doing pretty well at her reading and math thing, but the other day she informed her father that he was her friend. Then she informed him that “friends share”. What class is that? Government?