My Aunt Jane gave me an alarm clock
for Christmas one year. It was a bear
holding a drum. When the alarm went off,
the bear beat the drum and said, “Hey, hey,hey,
good morning, let’s go!” It was loud and
short lived as my WAKE-up call. I preferred my mother’s voice waking me saying,
“good morning sunshine.” During college,
I didn’t have to worry about setting an alarm because my roommate set two or
three of her own and they would all go off at least 20 minutes before she
actually had to get-up.
I tend to wake easily and get out of bed soon
after the alarm. I don’t hit the snooze. Most days my alarm goes off at 5:30 AM. I love the hour of quiet that I have to
shower and get lunches packed and everything ready before waking the girls and
inviting the drama into our morning routine. If I don't have my quiet time with God and moments for self reflection, my whole day feels discombobulated and out of sync.
In
the quietness of my morning, I am able to spend time with God. I read my devotion and pray for those who are
on my heart and mind. “The steadfast love of the Lord
never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new
every morning; great is your faithfulness” (Lamentations 3:22-23). That is good news and perhaps a reason to
jump out of bed ready to go.
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