Mornings...

Yes, I'm a morning person. I routinely wake up between 5 to 5:30, even without the alarm. Some people think this is insane, but I love it. There's nothing like the quiet of the morning. It's still dark and things are still & peaceful. Slowly, the last few stars begin to fade. The birds start to rouse, chirping & flying about. It seems like if you sit still and listen, you can hear God's soft whisper. Right before your eyes, the horizon turns the most beautiful shade of indigo, slowly softening to a soft pink. A new day has arrived.

What is in store for this day? What does God want for me today? God, how can I show your face to others today? Or better yet your heart? Can I give someone an encouraging word? Will my arms wrap around a child who has no parents? What if I just help peel potatoes & chop onions? Will someone feel your love from that?

All I know is that if I first seek my God in the still quiet of the mornings, I'm better equipped to show His love the rest of the day. When I see His beauty as the day breaks, I'm better able to reflect His beauty the rest of the day.