As you read my post title, you were either agreeing with a hearty, “Amen!” or thinking to yourself, “Oh! No! I’m a night owl!” Until recent years, I certainly would have been in the second camp. I’m not an early morning person, or a late night Owl. I need my rest. Everyone is better off when I get my rest. I have, however, learned to get up early in the morning. In fact, I actually cherish my morning hours.
The house is quiet, and peaceful. There’s a cool breeze blowing outside. The squirrels are scampering through the trees and the birds are chirping and tweeting merrily, “It’s a new day! It’s a new day!” I love the freshness of mornings. In fact, I believe mornings are a gift from God. Just imagine if our lives weren’t separated into days. I spend my mornings in quiet reflection. Sometimes I sit on my deck and just enjoy “being”. I enjoy watching the wildlife. I feel the cool breeze blowing against my face and the listen to the rustling leaves. I listen to what God has to say to me. I pour out my heart to Him. I write. I read. I prepare myself to love and serve the wonderful family that I’ve been given.
This time isn’t a luxury. It’s a necessity. It’s also a great joy!