I do generally like the mornings and getting a good start, but I am not really a “morning person.” I do better without the people in my morning — better by myself, slowly meeting and greeting the day. Being apart of a family of six, with four needing to get going to four different schools, the mornings are full, and filled with people. Sometimes these people are loud. And other times they are sleepy and unresponsive.
One gets up a 5:30 to swim. Others just rise early, because that is what they do.
There is something interesting about mornings. You never know how it is going to rise. One morning can be so different from the next. However, there is one thing certain, God created mornings and possibly, gave them to us as a gift. This may seem impossible for some of you to believe — mornings, a gift??
Mornings are a time of hearing. Often when I read the Psalms, I can hear God speak. It is as if His words are being spoken again and again, precise and convincing for the moment. Yet, the fog does roll in, in the morning. It is not just outside blurring the landscape, but also in my head and heart. My irritable, doubtful self doesn’t want to be awake, but if I listen, I can hear words of love and encouragement. I desperately need these words. How about you?
Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning.- Psalm 143:8
Mornings are surprising. Last night it snowed. I woke up to glistening white on my lawn and to my children laughing outside in sheer delight. We never have snow! I am surprised when the fog is lifted, and not only do I hear Him, but I can see. Things are so much clearer when I am with Him. The time listening and communing, pondering over His ways, words and life– is so worth it.
This I call to mind, therefore I have hope. The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never fail. They are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22,23
Morning comes again. I still hesitate to get up and meet with God. I am tired, irritable, and my bed is warm. I want the morning to come on slowly like a beautiful sunrise, yet before I know, it is moving, the day is passing and then closing. How can I recall His beautiful words that have greeted me in days past? I don’t find myself pondering the whispers of His presence. I seem to forget the sweetness during the sourness of life.
O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. Psalm 90:14
But they do come again. Another chance. Mornings are a reminder of redemption and grace– a gift that keeps giving. I remember once again, the next new day, that this is why I meet Him–even when it is early, even when is seems impossible, so difficult and cold. … Reading and pondering… Learning and listening. He is the shade for the day, the warmth in my cold. He is the urging through my doubts, the calmer of my fears–beckoning me onward and encouraging steps of faith, and giving me another try. He teaches me to die, yet to live for Him. His words speak of others and their need for His life–to go out and offer myself and My Love. This is what the mornings offer– a gift for His world.
May I not forget the morning He created, or Him who created them. He is the Creator of all good things– making mornings to make and remake my days.