Quiet Mornings

 

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Growing up I was always a night owl. Even into my adult years, staying up late came naturally. I remember when there was discussion to make school start later and two shifts of life were supposed to become a reality. It never quite happened on the East coast, and I had to learn how to do mornings with less growling and more smiles. It is less acceptable for an adult to be all growly than a teenager.

Then I had kids, and I was neither a night owl or early bird. I was just straight up tired, due to wake up calls at all hours of day and night for approximately four years.  As they started getting older I realized I need to learn how to do morning even more functionally and I was able to improve.

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In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice;
    in the morning I lay my requests before you
    and wait expectantly. Psalm 5:3

In the last few years I have actually come to treasure the quiet mornings. It is my time to sit with God. Those mornings where I want to just stay in bed, deep in my soul I am reminded that the God of the universe wants to meet with me and has something for me. So up I go, I put the kettle on to get my first cup of tea and get my blanket and get comfy in my little cove. This time has become precious to me and needed to help center me for the day. When I have to jump right into a day I miss that time all day.

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I am deeply grateful for time to rest quietly with the lover of my soul and ease my way into the day with greater perspective and encouragement. When things get rough something I read will come back to me to encourage me or remind me to persevere. As tempting as it is to allow myself to stretch my evenings, I cannot imagine my days without that quiet time before the bustle of the day begins.

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