Reflections of Morning

I woke up at 5 a.m. yesterday morning. This is not unusual, but often I stay in bed and pray or try to go back to sleep. I decided instead to get up. As soon as I crept into the living room, I flicked on the Christmas tree lights. I love sitting in the quiet, still house, looking at my beautiful Christmas tree. Even at 5 a.m. And then I logged into facebook, and within seconds, my sister Holly "instant messaged" me. Her time zone is an hour behind me, so she must have been up at 4 a.m. We had a nice long chat, while I watched the Christmas tree.

I love mornings, even ridiculously early mornings like that. I am the only one in my family wired for morning. Everyone else is a night owl. So I spend my solitary mornings reading my online Charles Spurgeon daily inspiration, my C.S. Lewis thought for the day, a few verses sent by the Moravians, and then the Bible passages for my daily blog. It is a habit that is incredibly dear to me. When I have finished reading all the thoughts of those Godly influences, I am almost always ready to leap into the day with fire in my heart and a spirit ready to battle the slings and arrows the day will bring. In the morning, I can conquer the world.

And then in no time, 5:00 p.m. comes. I am so weary by 5:00, that I am often ready to put on my PJs and crawl into bed. All the fire that fueled my energy from the morning is flickering out. Mere embers remain, and I am not certain I will make it through the last singer of "The X Factor." I creep into bed usually by 8 or 9 latest, and almost always, my last thought is, "Thank God for this comfortable bed." No thoughts remain of conquering the world...only how short I have fallen, how few dragons I have slain.

But the Christmas tree is still on, in the corner of the room with its glimmering crystal ornaments and shimmery white lace and flickering white lights. As the sun sets and the sky framed by the window grows dark, I watch the Christmas tree, the same tree that greeted me so long ago in the early morning, now saying Goodnight to me at the end of the day. I almost never achieve what I was sure I could when the morning sun first tickled me with promise. Still, as I sit watching my tree at night, I realize the day was not wasted. I usually learned something or was blessed by someone, or if it was a very special day, was a blessing to someone else.

I woke up at 5 a.m. again this morning. I tiptoed out to the quiet, still living room. I flicked on my Christmas tree, and opened my iPad to see what Charles Spurgeon, CS Lewis, the Moravians, and then God Himself had to say to me. It is a day of promise, spread like a banquet before me, as I settle in the presence of The Lord.

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He awakens me morning by morning, he awakens my ear to listen as a disciple. Isaiah 50:4

And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed. (Mark 1:35 ESV)

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning. (Psalm 130:5, 6 ESV)

I will meditate on all your works; I will ponder your deeds. (Psalms 77:12 CEB)


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