Struggling Well With Life

Woke up, wide awake at 4am. Tossed and turned for an hour, all kinds of thoughts rattling around in my head from “the girls”- to church stuff. The more I tossed and turned, the more awake and wrest-less I became. I finally reached for the light and my Bible (don’t worry - Terri was already up, and bless her heart - when she sees the light on she brings me a cup of coffee - I know how good I’ve got it.) I am still plodding through Exodus, and I began to read chapter 23 - where God sent an angel to His people to go ahead of them, to lead them, to guard them, to be present with them. I started wishing I had an angel this week,  for the thought of it is a bit overwhelming to me today.  I wished I had someone to lead me, hem me in, protect me, lead me - I love that over the top supernatural presence of the Old Testament - and though I am slow on the uptake sometimes it finally occurred to me - a second thought, I admit. I have the Holy Spirit who promises to be all of that, and more. So, I braved the cold, got out of bed, and am looking to His lead today.