Precisely at 5:23 a.m. today I woke up. My first conscious activity was taking note of how good I felt. Refreshed!

As that distinct joy was being noted, it was simlutaneously being contrasted to the day before when (as I recall) I woke up feeling horrible after tossing and turning all night. I presume the tossing, but certainly I was turning, every hour. Flop over, look at the clock. Look at the clock, flop over. Side to side, forth and back, once per hour until around 4 a.m. PDT.

I got up anyway and did stuff and a little later vomited twice down by the river. This time it was not because of unrighteous living, it was just happening. Gross—it was the protein drink and all my vitamins, and as I lost it all I was repenting of nothing particular but repenting nonetheless.

This morning, refreshed, now I am thinking about the saying, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way” and preferring the version “When there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Will. Always. Way. Yes, there is a way too.

Here is the text from my prescribed reading today, Psalm 92:12-15:

“The righteous flourish like the palm tree

and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

They are planted in the house of the LORD;

they flourish in the courts of our God.

They still bear fruit in old age;

they are ever full of sap and green . . . “

It is interesting that most English translations have “The righteous WILL flourish . . .” choosing a future tense for the Hebrew verb. The English Standard Version, my preferred in the list of easy choices in my app, keeps it in the present: “The righteous flourish . . .”.

I am not looking at the Hebrew myself, this time; I will take it in the present (perfect as a tense), because the will is always here.