I’m a morning person. I love to wake up when it’s still dark outside, the house still quiet. I need the solitude before this house wakes up with people and love and noise. My soul needs to be fed before I look these small people in the eyes.
I also crave routine. My coffee, my Bible, my books, a candle, my favorite blanket in the same spot on the sofa each morning. But this summer, as routine gave way to the the change of pace, I’ve slacked. I’ve chosen iPhone over Jesus, late nights and waking groggy over intentional mornings. It’s left me feeling sluggish, emotionally and physically.
So this morning as I rolled over and checked the clock it was earlier than normal for me, but my heart sensed the need for quiet. I’m thankful to wake and meet the day head on, proactive rather than reactive. I’m weak and need filling. Thankful that His mercies are new every morning.