I swiped my phone to shut my alarm off and quickly rolled back into Brad.
Caught in between sleep and wakefulness, I started praying. Father, fill Brad’s day with blessings. Surprise him with Your goodness every single moment today. Then I laid my arm across his chest and gave his cheek a quick, half-conscious kiss. As soon as I did, a thought whispered in my mind as clearly as if it had been there all along: I can be that blessing.
My touch, my small kiss was that moment’s blessing for Brad from God.
It’s a small, old thought—I can be the vessel through which Christ blesses Brad—but it has never been so obvious to me as it was right after that kiss.
You might not need that reminder, but I do.
