Mornings have never been my favorite growing up. All I can remember is my mom yelling my name every morning to wake me up. I heard her, and I would toss and turn hoping I would have enough strength to get up, but honestly I would just fall back asleep. Now, I’m more than eager to wake up early and start my day. It’s funny how things change as you age! I love the feeling of waking up early before my neighbors are even up. Making a breakfast burrito and a cup of coffee made me so happy this morning. Now I understand the feelings my parents had when I heard them up early, laughing, eating breakfast, and enjoying a cup of tea together. The morning is so comforting and peaceful. It’s the quiet before the day gets busy.
Today may have bumps here and there, but knowing that God is in control and how comforting He is during the quiet morning gives me strength for the hours ahead.