Waking in the early hours I found myself pondering the purpose. After shuffling through the thoughts of a dream, the day's events, and the concerns for the events of the next days, I turned my thoughts to purpose. Not mine, but His. Experience told me this early wake had purpose. I began to pray for several events that would occur over the next 2 days. There was a struggle to go deep or to stay on point with one upcoming event or activity. There was the prison outreach, and those I would meet. The hope to visit and pray with a dear friend recovering from a terrible auto accident. And of course my travel, and the purposed, yet unknown meetings - those I would influence or be influenced by. The struggle to stay on "point" led me to Psalm 23, a favorite. Initially I drilled down to the second half verse 6. 6 And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Ah! The idea of a a place, or always in His house brings such relief these days. But that's another blog!