Good Morning & Three Crucial Words from the Psalter

When I walked out of the gym, it seemed impossible to look anywhere except at the display.

It never grows old to me. The air carries the scents of promise. You hear the birds. Another chance, the day seems to intimate.

The sweat on my forehead cooled me when I walked back to the car from the gym. It felt good to have gotten the morning workout done.

As one writer phrased it, “Let everything that has breath _______ ____ _______” (Psalm 150:4a).

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