Not too long ago, I woke up in a puddle of sweat.

It happened again.

Fear-filled dreams and thoughts of worry over my children.

Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. Psalm 16:5

This verse from Psalm has been on my heart a whole lot lately. When you let the words burrow deep into your soul, you start to feel a peace that blankets every inch of your body.

He, alone, is my portion.

He, alone, is my cup.

He makes my life secure.

The end.

Why do I wrestle with Him then?

Why do I allow other things to fill my cup that never even satisfy?

Why do I worry and have an anxious heart when He is what makes my life secure?

This one little scripture has caused many un-doings in my soul. In a good way.

I'm on a de-cluttering mission.

Every single morning I do the same thing.

I get up before anyone else, dark as pitch outside, brew my morning coffee, and sit on the couch.

Bible and journal in my lap, I start in my journal.

I make a list that begins…”I am thankful for…”

This one little thing that I do has changed me in so many ways.

I spent a lot of life not being thankful.