Shocking pinks in the eastern sky as I read in 2 Samuel, with low clouds shuttling across the sky in perfect time with one another. My morning coffee was good.
The day will likely be concerned with loose ends and their tying, how many and which. I could easily have enough work to carry me through Saturday, but unfinished tasks are not callings simply because they are unfinished. May I be called to His work and rest in His love, both in their measure.