I have been trying to get up in the wee hours of the morning these past two months for a little bit of quiet time and reflection. There are mornings that I definitely struggle to get out of bed (I'm so thankful for a husband that lures me out with coffee) and day light savings threw me off for a few days (how long can I use that excuse?!), but I feel like I've adapted pretty well to the new schedule. I still have to convince myself to go to sleep at a decent hour, but that's another story. It's starting to feel so indulgent to sneak down our creaky stairs with our shaggy pup and pour myself a steamy cup.
There is something so pure about the start of a new day. I'm so thankful that every day is new. I know that is such a common concept, but I can't get it out of my mind lately. Have you ever really meditated on the fact that we can choose to be renewed in God every morning? God's right there--even if we're weary, even if we feel like we're falling, even if we're confused or just plain tired.
"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness."
My time in the morning has started to soften my heart around the edges a little bit and my safety walls are starting to crumble bit by bit. There are many days that I need to recommit myself mid morning to choosing patience, joy, and love instead of bitterness, anger, and laziness. And then there are those days that I need to refocus every hour. And that's okay.
Every morning, God is ready to pour out love and grace all over me. I might feel depleted and ready to throw in the towel by the time it's 8:00, but he never tires of me.
The thought of it all just leaves me speechless.