…. i love early mornings….
there is something so redemptive and forgiving about just being given one more new day….
despite the previous day’s victories or defeats…with absolutely no assistance from me…
the sun chooses to rise each morning, the earth breathes one more day into my story….
i am more than grateful…
the early morning is like a shiny new sheet of clean, white art paper…not one scribble or dot anywhere to be seen…
just waiting for beauty…even beauty from ashes….
And I am given a do-over….
How do you begin your early mornings?
I well remember the hustle and bustle of work and children and school bells and wondering where the morning went…where the day went…and eventually where my life went…
But, honestly….I was wrong…the early morning was always there…even if the quatity of time was brief…the gratitude, the ownership of the day, the choice to breathe deeply, the anticipation of life and hope…always there…
How do you greet your early morning? How do you recognize and honor your internal rhythm?
It may well be that you are in a season of busyness – jobs, babies, travel, responsibilities…it may well be…but, I am saying this to you from years of excuses and rationalizations…even if you have only the time during your drive to work or the moment just before the baby wakes or even if you find yourself facing a battle this very morning…
how you greet the day and choose to fill your inner bucket sets the rhythm and power for the rest of your race. None of us has the ability to predict what lies just beyond the gate of our new day. None of us. But each of us has the automony to look toward that open gate with renewed truth, hope, grace, and guts.
I love the words from the seasoned prophet who had seen more than his share of battles;
“I gave up on my life altogether.
I’ve forgotten what the good life is like.
I said to myself, “This is it. I’m finished.
GOD is a lost cause.”
I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness,
the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed.
I remember it all- oh, how well I remember -
the feeling of hitting bottom.
But, there’s one other thing I remember,
and remembering, I keep a grip on hope.
GOD’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
How great is your faithfulness!”
Today is a good day to begin well…it requires no financial investment, no burdensome study, no long work out at the gym…
only a simple acknowledgement of the new day, the giver of hope, the renewer of joy, the sun that rises, and the promise of the open gate….
Come…..
