A gray, misty hue blanketed the morning, and it felt heavy, weary and exhausting. The calendar said Monday, and it dawned a chalky sky, barren trees and cold, wet air. The environment and duties of the day threatened to take hold, but she fought back and said, ok Monday, you will not be the boss of me. With that, she filled her heart with the good stuff because it is what we feed our hearts that seasons our souls. She read on, and with each faithful promise the malaise of this Monday faded away against a backdrop of eternity. Luke 6:45~Her mouth speaks from that which fills her heart.