And then she remembered her own thanks to give. Thank you Jesus for another day under your grace, Saturday morning grace.
Her four-year-old son ran off to watch Saturday morning cartoons. He sang the opening song. Danced a little jig. And mommy joined in. Under Saturday morning grace.
She headed back into the kitchen to put away the cinnamon, the syrup, the bread, and the seasoning for the eggs. She tied up the trash bag and walked it outside. Even the clouds appeared to be under God’s Saturday morning grace.
She looked around online. ‘Liked’ a few things she read. The cartoon sounds played background. Thirty minutes became an hour. Like a light bulb she became aware. Bedroom Bible study and prayer. She told her four-year-old it was quiet time. For her. Under Saturday morning grace.
An unmade bed greeted her. Her Bible didn’t seem to notice. Before she began her four-year-old walked in. He took mommy’s hands. He prayed. Heavenly Father. In the name of Jesus. Bless mommy. Bless her quiet time. Bless her Bible study. Amen. Under Saturday morning grace.
He walked out. Mommy smiled. Mommy prayed. Mommy listened. Mommy read. All under God’s Saturday morning grace.
Photo Credit: Martin Pettitt