“I love my alarm clock.”
Said no one ever.
Rude, artificial awakenings have a way of making one cranky from go.
Or maybe it’s just me?
I count it as grace that somewhere along the way, God exchanged my ill-mannered, screaming alarm for the whisper of sunrise tiptoeing across the horizon.
Elegantly singing a breathtaking chorus of amber and rose, it softly presses through sheer morning mist. Fresh grace offered up on the welcome mat of a new day. Tweet This
Each morning, before my feet hit the floor, my heart hits the Throne.
New mercies I claim.
Safety I pray over my husband and children.
I ask Him to order my day. To interrupt me.
I thank Him. I question Him.
I plead. I listen. I invite.
This Father of the fatherless, Lord of my life and Keeper of my soul, hovers in the quiet shadows of a bedroom.
Delicate rays rise, relieving the moon of her duties, imparting warm hope from shy curtain corners.
And, there, in the still of a newborn day, He waits—jealous for the first fruits of my life.
Across time, one sunrise after another, the eyes of my eyes are opened to a soul-anchoring truth:
When we keep prayer, prayer keeps us. Tweet This
As we grow familiar with the melody of His voice and cadence of His step, the enemy’s seductive taunts lose their power.
And, oh how we live for those moments when we’re so engaged with the Spirit, all else is but white noise.
Time begets familiarity, begets kinship, begets devotion, begets reliance.
Reliance on a faithful God.
Friends, the richness of this truth I wouldn’t have tasted, but for those sacred moments with the One Who waits on the doorstep of dawn.
Like the relentless gentleman He is, He shows up, delighting on every word born in the heart of a girl who, for years, was blind to her worth. A heart that doesn’t trust a father’s word or know a mother’s touch.
Right there, in the birth of a new day, He speaks worth, belonging, enough-ness into my spirit.
And, I believe Him.
Because that’s what we do when we meet Him—day after day after day—we believe Him. We trust His goodness, see His heart.
Oh, how wild the grace that this Sustainer-Of-All would tenderly connect with His creation…not thinking it too much to count us among family.
From dawn’s early light till its drowsy descent—He waits and whispers, catches and carries—wooing our spirits to the holy ground of His presence.
As we meet Him in the hushed hour, morning upon morning—yesterday’s Maker, today’s Provider, tomorrow’s Author—stands at the edge of time and summons daybreak.Tweet This
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