It was an unbelievably humid morning. September is a hot month in Florida. I was up early to try to get a walk in before it got hot. The air was thick with moisture and my first breath felt like work.
I was thinking about the third verse in Psalm 110.
Your troops will be willing
on your day of battle.
Arrayed in holy splendor,
your young men will come to you
like dew from the morning’s womb.[b]
And as I crossed the street to walk around the lake, the grass and trees glittered as they were covered with dew. No photo has done justice to what I saw that morning.
Every blade of grass was covered with dew. The trees were literally dripping with dew.
And in that day, everyone will know someone who truly follows Jesus.
I can’t wait.