I miss my quiet mornings. Mornings are my time to get alone with Jesus. Just me, Jesus, my Bible, and a hot cup of a coffee.
Where I am right now (and I remind myself it is only temporary) it is difficult to get the mornings in. I fight for my peace on a daily basis. I am catching myself being grumpy and I don’t like it.
I am a morning person. I wake and I say, “good morning, it’s a brand new day.” Mornings bring a renewed hope. It is like a clean canvass to be painted on. No matter what the yesterday was, this day is a new day.
But, lately I have been waking up thinking, “argh! How many more mornings like this am I going to have to endure?”
This morning I was having my coffee and complaining to myself, in my mind. I am thinking…
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