I wake up early most days. My internal alarm clock goes off between 04:30 and 05:00 giving me a couple hours before Erik thinks it is an appropriate time to get out of bed.
Most mornings I lay and think, savouring my husband's arms wrapped around me and listening to his even breathing.
Some mornings I read. I try to keep these mornings few as the light disturbs Erik's sleep.
Some mornings I just listen - it is amazing what you hear when you are actually listening.
And often I pray.
This morning I headed to our porch and read from Isaiah.
That is where I sit as I write this.
The sky has gone from nearly black to a deep blue.
The roosters are increasing the intensity with which they are begging the sun to rise.
The birds are chirping.
Bugs are cricking, twitching, clacking, whistling, and buzzing.
And my heart is still.
Amidst all the noise (for it is down right loud) I have been quieted, stilled.
It is strange how a verse can speak to you one day and hold no personal meaning the next. I regularly happen upon verses I have underlined in the past and I question the significance they once held. In one moment they speak deeply to the heart, in another they have less impact, but they are always truth.
Today, and I hope everyday, this verse filled me with hope and peace.
"Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you;
He rises to show you compassion.
For the Lord is a God of justice.
Blessed are all who wait for him!"
Isaiah 30:18
1 comment:
Ooooooo . . . mornings are so nice, aren't they? No wonder the old-timers get up at the crack of dawn. It is just so peaceful. I'm glad you're enjoying it!
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