Activated - - NEWS - By Joyce Sut­tin Joyce Sut­tin is a teacher and writer, and lives in San An­to­nio, USA.

To­day was per­fect! It wasn’t a per­fectly lazy day, or per­fect in terms of ac­com­plish­ments, or with­out prob­lems. Still, it was so per­fect from start to fin­ish that I now feel com­pelled to re­trace my steps and try to fig­ure out what made it that way. Maybe I can make it hap­pen again.

I woke early and greeted the new day with a two-mile walk, thank­ing God for my loved ones and pray­ing for them. Af­ter­wards I read some de­vo­tional ma­te­rial, con­tem­plat­ing what I read and pray­ing that it would change me. I lis­tened to some Chris­tian mu­sic, let­ting the inspiring lyrics fill my soul, then spent a few mo­ments watch­ing as a prism hang­ing in the win­dow caught a sun­beam and sent rain­bows around the room.

Af­ter break­fast, I planned the com­ing school year and or­dered study ma­te­ri­als for my homeschool stu­dents, and then I helped them with their first, sev­enth, and ninth grade classes. It was a full morn­ing, but sur­pris­ingly free of pres­sure. That time I had taken with Je­sus surely paid off.

I was be­gin­ning to sag as I cut veg­eta­bles for lunch, but I found my­self thank­ing God for the abun­dance of healthy food. My hands were busy, but my heart and mind were far away, sit­ting at Je­sus’ feet and en­joy­ing com­mu­nion with Him. That was just the boost I needed.

I lis­tened to some pi­ano as I ran an er­rand in the car. I kept pace with traf­fic, but with­out the usual ten­sion in my shoul­ders. An el­derly man driv­ing ahead of me made a slow turn, which ag­gra­vated some other driv­ers, but I found my­self pray­ing for him and feel­ing im­pressed that he was still able to get around.

Back home, be­tween email, phone calls, and a visit from a neigh­bor, I cooked, cleaned, and spent some time with my teenage son. Some­times I worry about him, but as we sat to­gether and he shared his opin­ions, con­cerns, and dreams, Je­sus helped me see a sweet­ness and depth in my son that I some­times over­look.

My hus­band and I went for an evening walk, and as we held hands and watched the set­ting sun paint the clouds laven­der and pink, we counted our bless­ings to­gether.

I know I can’t ex­pect ev­ery day to be per­fect, but I know how to in­crease my chances: I’ll take time to connect with Je­sus and re­new that con­nec­tion through­out the day by turn­ing my thoughts to Him and His good­ness.

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