My Mind ... My Sky 1.5

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:1-2

When all around us looks dull and grey, when inside us turmoil and pain, where do we look to? Friends and family may not be able to help us, but our Heavenly Father can.

He paints each new morning with the colours of His smile. He delights in His children, and we only need to come to Him to be embraced in His warmth.

He will never fail us. His mercies are new every morning. His Provision is infinite. He will never slumber. He will always be here for us. We only need to look up, because He is waiting for us to trust in His divine miracles. Why do we need to be afraid?

Dear Heavenly Father, You love us more than we can ever know. You give me every sunrise and every sunset. Every chirping bird sings Your praises. Give me a song so that I may praise You. Whatever my circumstance, You are who You are, a good Father and my Heavenly King. Amen.