"Oh, Lord, I praise You for Your steadfast love never ceases! They are new every morning, Your mercies are new every morning,"
Guinevere sang praises as she sat in the garden reading her Bible.
Today was a new day.
She could feel the change in her.
It was no change of heart, but truly, a change in her done by the Lord Himself.
She felt light.
She felt seen.
She felt heard.
She felt loved.
She giggled happily, twirling a daisy between her fingers.
"You finally spoke," She couldn't get over it.
It was all she wanted. Her heart yearned to hear the Lord speak over her.
And now she was delighted.
She felt like dancing.
It was a beautiful morning and the children wouldn't wake until she woke them herself.
She was going to dance under the splendiferous dawn sky.
"Thank You for the morning sky and my joy being made full in You,"
She stood and began to flow with the rhythm she felt overflowing in her heart.
There was something most pleasant about being the Lord's own.
He called her His own. His daughter.
He was going to take her pain and give her pleasure in its place.
And she believed!
"Bless You, Lord! I will bless You continually,"
She was happy.
She thought she knew what happiness felt like before, but she didn't.
This happiness was something that she could never achieve on her own.
This was from her sweet Lord.
"You have filled my heart with the fullness of joy!"
She twirled and returned to her seat on her blanket.
She was giddy.
She felt like a bubbling pot.
The good kind.
She opened her Bible to Psalm 30.
"Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."
The words couldn't have been more true.
Joy was here.
She prayed for weeping to be far from her, except for happy tears.
Those were delightful.
"The loveliest flower in the garden,"
Obadiah spoke, making her jump as butterflies filled her.
She looked over her shoulder and there he was.
Her sweet Obadiah.
He made her blush entirely.
"Thank you," She whispered. "What brings you here so early? It's a special surprise,"
Her heart was beating out of her chest.
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Obadiah
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