a morning routine
Each morning the Lord wakes me up, I grab a cup of coffee, breathe in the smell of the morning fragrance, grab my Bible and journal and go sit on the same spot on our couch. Everything is still and most of the world is asleep. I can hear an occasional bird waking up and singing praises, but even more so, I can hear my own heartbeat.
It is in these moments that I get perspective. If I wake up and immediately begin my day without sitting, everything is thrown off and nothing seems to go right. The course must be set first thing. I must stay my eyes on Jesus before I look at anything else (which includes Instagram and the Internet). To be honest, I get sad once the sun starts coming up and time gets going quickly. It's as if everything is slower at 6 A.M. I wouldn't give up these times with Jesus for anything.
Though I know that life will change once we have children and are in a different stage in life, I am enjoying these precious moments. For in the stillness, I am reminded He is there. His Word bathes me each morning and mercies compel me to get up and go, once more. He will never leave me and will not leave me fallen on my face.
Praise God for the blessing of the morning. Here's a snippet from the Valley of Vision. These words always encompass the cry of my heart so well:
Almighty God, as I cross the threshold of this day I commit myself, soul, body, affairs, friends, to Thy care. Watch over, keep, guide, direct, sanctify, bless me. Incline my heart to thy ways. Mould me wholly into the image of Jesus, as a potter forms clay. May my lips be a well-tuned harp to sound Thy praise. Let those around see me living by Thy Spirit, trampling the world underfoot, unconformed to lying vanities, transformed by a renewed mind, clad in the entire armour of God, shining as a never-dimmed light, showing holiness in all my doings. Let no evil this day soil my thoughts, words, hands.
May I travel miry paths with a life pure from spot or stain. In needful transactions let my affection be in heaven, and my love soar upwards in flames of fire, my gaze fixed on unseen things, my eyes open to the emptiness, fragility, mockery of earth and its vanities. May I view all things in the mirror of eternity, waiting for the coming of my Lord, listening for the last trumpet call, hastening unto the new heaven and earth. Order this day all my communications according to Thy wisdom, and to the gain of mutual good. Forbid that I should not be profited or made profitable. May I speak each word as if my last word, and walk each step as my final one. If my life should end today, let this be my best day.