I have never greeted the dawn with as much relief as in the past few weeks. Joy in the morning, indeed.

Fell times, these, but in paying meet obeisance to the dictatorship of pain lie the twin boons of clarity and resolve.

I had to write my post ahead. There was no way I could be sure to manage otherwise.

I love mornings…in fact, I’d probably function better at a #fmfparty that started at say, 6 am your time ;). All joking aside, I a forever grateful that God grants us mercies anew each and every morning. Life is a gift.

I love the hope the Psalms bring. I too find mornings invigorating.

I enjoyed this post so much. I am a morning person. But I also love the late nights. Your post made me realize how beautifully our God fills our days. Truly all He desires is that we spend time with Him. Always good to be prompted by you 🙂

Kate, you have such a wonderful community here. Thanks for hosting each week. Even when you almost forget like last week. I get that! Hugs. Susan

So here goes, I love this idea of a five minute “good enough” quick write, so I am sharing, for the first time …eek!
The alarm on my phone has challenge for the fourth time. There is a steaming cup of coffee beckoning me from the IKEA three legged table next to my bed. For cheap plywood it bears the weight of eight books and the lamp surprisingly well. I am made of tougher stuff than plywood but there was no step-by-step assembly for my design. God in his infinite wisdom and as a consequence of human mismanagement allowed some sway, some kinks perhaps in the design. The weight of my own in adequacy my own special brand of ordinary leaves me sunk between the pillows. Now here they come..rank on rank, I feel the beat of the bass drum as the parade of self deprecating thoughts approach. This morning the band plays this particular well rehearsed number. “Would you be able to get to work on time if instead of the alarm it was a screaming baby.”
“Stop trying already your body isn’t even able to conceive of conception”.
“Go play with other people’s kids isn’t it enough you teach them how to talk”.
“You are too old”
“You are too messy”
“You are too emotional”
“You are too undisciplined for motherhood. “Get up already your first student will be waiting.”
“You continue to disappoint”
At my movement and excited golden retriever comes to life the contents of my three legged table swim in a puddle of coffee quickly seeping into the carpet. In the bathroom the release of tears as I contend with the bright red evidence of another failed cycle another disappointing attempt. Somewhere God must have a tucked away a ziplock bag with all my missing parts and pieces. More likely He is waiting for mento fully trust the “great designer” and fully immerse myself in the “users manual”.