My alarm sounds at an earlier hour then necessary in order to arrive at school on time, but I love my trysts with morning.
Water splashed onto face.
One light flicked on in the kitchen to make the coffee.
Sometimes standing, gazing across the ravine at the distant hill where sun will soon push it's way over the horizon. Sky streaked with color.
Sometimes gazing at the small strip of blue ocean visible from our house.
Pouring the steaming brew, it's time to begin the day with God.
A white string of light accents my room, setting the tone.
Some mornings my prayers are heavy.
Other mornings my heart overflows with praise.
Then my Bible.
Isaiah right now.
Judgment.
Yet mercy.
And James, a memorization challenge. The whole book, due in January.
Then time to prepare for the day.
Puttering around the kitchen.
A few dishes to wash.
Ants to spray.
Water bottles to fill.
Then breakfast.
My latest favorite, baked oatmeal, prepared before, and a fried egg.
(Don't turn up your nose at cold baked oatmeal. It's better then you think. Besides, if you live on the mission field, you can't be to picky.)
Sometimes I eat my breakfast in silence, disturbed only by a barking dog or passing bus.
Other mornings Emily stumbles down the steps to pour her coffee, or chats as she reads her Bible.
I think I can say it's my favorite time of day.
A still, reflective time before basketballs, bad behaviours, and books.
Me.
My coffee.
Quiet.
And God.
What do you enjoy about your morning?
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