Another Morning
When I was a kid, I didn't enjoy mornings. I don't remember waking up early and feeling so good about it being morning. I remember being deep in sleep and finding it hard to get my day started.
I remember when I was in high school that my mom would call me to get up to get ready for school. I would answer her but I'd stay in bed just a few more minutes. A number of times I was thinking about getting ready for school and I went back to sleep and dreamed that I was actually getting washed and dressed and have my teeth brushed when Mom (my snooze alarm) would call to me again and I'd wake up and realize that I had done none of those things. Then I'd have to really hurry.
I had untreated allergies in those days and they really sapped my strength and left me tired all the time. Now that I'm on shots for my allergies, mornings are a different matter to me. I usually don't mind getting up fairly early and I feel a joy and a delight in greeting my new day.
Often I wake up and think of what Ron, our former Sunday school teacher told us he prays, "God, today is Your day. Today is my day. Help me to do what you want me to do today." Not knowing what's ahead for my day, I feel safe in commiting it to my Father and I look for Him in this day that He's given me.
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