I usually rise before the sun and, most mornings, I’m alone for a while with my thoughts and God. What precious moments they are.
Mornings with God are like drinking coffee. We sip from the cup of hot brew, and when it begins to grow warm, then cold, we refill it so that the heat returns. In the mornings, I refill my heart with the warmth of God’s love, and I take in all I can while I’m alone with Him. This rekindles the fires within me—the desire to know Him and be a part of His world and His plan.
It’s just me and God in the morning. We talk and we listen—I to Him and He to me. I read, and I write; He watches and smiles. I’m like a child in my search for His knowledge, and He is like a father watching his young child puzzle over numbers and letters.
I lay my requests before Him each morning, then wait expectantly as I go about my day. Sometimes… I can feel His loving gaze.
In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation. Psalm 5:3