Morning???????

This morning I woke up in a bad mood. I had a hard time getting to sleep last night. My husband was away and as the minutes ticked by I decided against setting the alarm. I determined to just wake up whenever my body decided to enter the land of the living. I knew that today would be a busy day but since I didn't need to be anywhere right away this morning, I was thankful for the luxury of good rest.

At five a.m. I felt a slobbering wetness on my arm and heard heavy breathing in my ear. Our dog was panting in eager readiness to go outside and play. With only one eye opened I groaned, "Go downstairs Chas! Go! Now!" Thankfully, he bowed his head and slowly, ever so slowly, made his way out of my room.


I rolled over and tried to resume my deep sleep. A few seconds later the rooster in the coop in the backyard began his regimen of crowing every few seconds. Ugghhhh! The pillow came up over my ears and I once again tried to breathe deeply and slowly. No use! After a very short while I gave up and plodded out to the living room and flopped down onto the recliner.

I am not a morning person. My mother used to awake at five and make a batch of cookies, weed the garden, and maybe even clean the house before anyone else arose. My grandmother would do the same thing with even more energy. As far as I know, all of my maternal ancesters were filled with great energy early, early in the morning.

Sadly, that love of the morning skipped my generation.. I roll out of bed and spend a lot of energy just trying to adjust to the new day. It is hard to see the beauty of a sunrise with your head in a deep deep fog. Usually, the fog clears after and hour or two or three......or....

It is now about 11 a.m.. I have been up at least five hours and I can truthfully say that I am awake now. All vestiges of sleep have been put away for the day. I am enjoying the sunshine and I feel full of the needed energy for the work I have to do. I am finally ready to start the day. Yay!!!! The hours between 6 a.m. and 11 a.m. are somewhat of a blur. I am confident that I got dressed and brushed my teeth. I know that I fed the dog, cat, and chickens, albeit reluctantly. Although I know that I opened my Bible and tried to have devotions, I am not sure what it was about. I even remember watering the flowers on the deck. But, I don't remember any delight at the brightness of the day or any enthusiasm for life.

Ever since I was a little girl I have been told that I need to get up early and face the day with gusto. Somehow, the fact that I fully enjoy sunsets or the late hours of the evening doesn't seem to count.

I am not complaining at least I am trying not to. I am thankful that I have the ability to get out of bed,to be able to see the flowers in bloom and even hear the rooster crowing. I am thankful that I have a bed in a room with a roof over it and I am even thankful that I can feel the wetness of the dog's tongue on my arm. I am thankful that I have a Bible to read and work to do during the day. I am thankful for so very many things!........Just not at 5 a.m. in the morning......


Mostly, I am thankful that the Lord understands my situation and is not surprised, appalled, or offended. He understands me because He made me. He has also graciously supplied me with a wonderful promise....

"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases. His mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning. Great is Thy faithfulness!" Lamentations 3:23

Have a good day! Love, Sue