Sleep feels so good. In the morning when the sheets are warm, my toes aren't cold and I am finishing up some strange dream, I am not thinking "Right now would be a good time for a 46 pound person to jump on me". Yet, just about every morning it happens. Mornings are supposed to be a beautiful thing. God has given me 8-9 hours of sleep and I now have a brand new day to start all over again. I honestly never think about what I have going on that day, that I need a shower or to feed my child (who most likely woke up an hour ago). I think: "how in the heck did the morning come so fast and why can't I just stay here all day".
Right now it is 10:51 am and I am just eating breakfast (toast with a fried egg & hot tea).
Why do I resist the joy of a new day and not long to awake and jump out of bed to conquer my smallish world? I am trying right now to think of the song "Give me Jesus". This is how I want to think - waking up and seeing my need for something/someone greater than myself. Something (Joy) that I cannot accomplish on my own and someone (Jesus) being the only one who can give it to me. I want it. The part where I become completely unselfish with my morning glory is going to be hard to overcome.
I am thankful for grace and a new day, every day.
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