I am a morning person among a household of die hard night owls and one teetering on conversion. As such, most mornings I have the luxury of a couple of hours to myself before the hustle and bustle of the day begins in earnest. I love everything about the mornings- its stillness, the stretch of black skies slowly twisting into grey, and the feeling that for a few brief moments, I am my Father's only creation. Of course, I know I'm not, but it certainly feels that way when I have the world to myself and no one can interrupt our deep ponderings and gentle affirmations.
I grew up without a father, as far too many do. My own left this earth far too soon, and my series of step-fathers lacked paternal instinct. My Heavenly Father, though, is neither absent nor detached. Fresh every morning, He stands close by, His eyes brimming with love. He invites me to spend time with Him and simply be. Some call this meditation or devotion time. To me, it is far more intimate, more soul kissed.
I'm grateful for every morning, but God's invitation is not restricted to this time. He is available always. It is my hope and prayer that whether you are a morning person or a night owl, that you will enjoy the fellowship of His call to you.
I waited patiently for the LORD; and He inclined to me and heard my cry. He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, and He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm. He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God; many will see and fear and will trust in the LORD. Psalm 40:1-3
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