You Are My Beloved, Come Up Here

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…