Travel, preparations, appointments, and responsibilities had become “too tight.” There wasn’t enough breathing room in my days. I was trying to return to a peaceful rhythm but not acknowledging the real issue. My soul was aching from being constricted, just like my feet were.

The counter and room are too dark apparently for me to notice some of those crumbs, even during the day. Or perhaps I’m in too much of a hurry to really pay attention to those tiny white specks that can disappear in the lighter granite details swirled in the black. But they’re there like sins in my life that I don't see - or choose not to see...

God breathed life into the four little chapters of Malachi as I slowed down and spent 10 days soaking in the message He had for me. I’d like to share it with you. It was worth all the days of digging to receive the treasure God had tucked in His Word for me. The shift in my heart brought a bubbling joy, like fresh water rising from a natural spring.