Father, I worship you. I woke up, so I worship you. So surprised sometimes just to wake up–to have another instance with you–to feel your presence. I worship you, Father, because you are Father. Because you are never ending. Because you were before, because you are, because you will be.
Father, help me get after it today. One thing at time. One thing. Help me to ultra-focus on the one thing in front of me. And do that one thing like I was born to do it.
Elation. Focus. Profoundness. Feeling the sweet spot this morning with the Father. How do you express this to an unseen God?