My help comes from … Starbucks?

Today has been another one of those days on which my to-do list far exceeds my motivation. Being the fixer that I am, I go through my list of remedies. Most often they dawn on me in this order.
Starbucks BibleCoffee.

Make lists.

Put on some music.

More coffee.

Prioritize lists.

Take a break … to make more coffee.

Blame children for distracting me too much. Give them a job that will occupy them and free me to get things done.

Writing (to clear my mind).

Assign part of my work to the children.

Eat.

I have to stop here because I am so thoroughly convicted. When do I go to God for help? When do I ask Him to provide clarity? He is the Breath of Life, so why am I not breathing in Him first? He’s surely more powerful than 500 calories and a double-shot of espresso.

And so I take a deep breath. And try to start the day over.

I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;
From where shall my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to slip;
He who keeps you will not slumber.

The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in
From this time forth and forever.
— Psalm 121:1–3, 8 (NASB)

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