Sweet (Psalm 104:34)

My thoughts turn to prayers as I roll over and let awareness of the day take over.  My frustrations turn to pleas as I massage my scalp, hot water loosening muscles and soul.  My joy turns to thanks as I gaze out the window, taking in the thin white blanket-reminder of how close we are.  My complaints turn to humility as I recognize my place, my weakness, my need, my reflection, the grace extended to me.  Moment by moment my world points my heart, my thoughts, my attitudes into the ongoing song of my Saviour.  And my meditation is sweet to my God.