“The LORD’S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new EVERY MORNING; Great is Your faithfulness. ‘The LORD is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘Therefore I have hope in Him’.” -Lamentations 3:22-24

For the past three weeks I’ve been waking up with Kabob, at 6 a.m. Chickpea normally wakes up at 8 a.m., so this gives me two solid hours to have some alone time, time with the Lord, time to get ready for the day without someone pulling at my legs, and time to see Kabob for a few minutes before he takes off at 6:30. I was dreading it the first Sunday night before we decided to try this, but my morning has quickly become my favorite part of the day. I’m not naturally an early riser, but I am a morning person (if that makes sense) – I enjoy the stillness and quiet, the coolness before the sun burns off the breeze, and my refreshed spirit before my tasks fill up the day. My problem is that I’m also a night person, and I get a second wind at around 9 p.m. – so if I’m not careful, I’ll let time slip past me and allot myself only six hours of sleep that night. And I need more than that to function, unlike several people in my extended family. So it’s been my surprise that arising at 6 a.m. is not difficult, but heading to bed at 10 p.m. is. Still working on that one.

And it’s amazing how quickly these two morning hours slip by. First off, I don’t really start moving until 6:30, when Kabob leaves. Before that, I’m slowly getting my limbs back into gear, grinding and brewing coffee, and chatting with Kabob as HE moves around. When the door shuts behind him, then I start. I get dressed for the day right at the beginning (you’d be surprised how much this helps my motivation, so easy is it to do my job in pajamas), grab my coffee, and head to the bedroom to read and pray. It’s amazing how much this helps my attitude for the rest of the day (I guess it’s not that surprising, seeing as the Word is living and active). But I still can’t get enough. Chickpea still wakes up before I’m ready – though I know I’m blessed to have her sleep until 8, and I still crave more alone time. But sigh… I guess life isn’t about me. And that’s okay. He really does fill me with completeness to do that which He has for me that day. He has gone before me, and I can start my day confidently. I am richly blessed to even have a morning to myself, let alone a life in a free country. He is GOOD.

Good morning!

posted: 06 April 3
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