I don’t really do mornings. My brain feels largely comatose until what passes for late morning at least for most.
It’s an insomniac thing where each morning is an unwanted extension of a wakeful night.
It’s an M.E thing whereby profound fatigue, pain and brain-fog steal away energy and clarity for hours at a time.
Greeting a new day well is a goal I have yet to meet.
I long to be alert enough to see and sense God’s hand at work each day, to awaken to wonder.
But I usually have to concede to a slow coming round with hands gripped to a coffee cup and eyes barely open. And a brief lifting of my spirit toward the Lord as I ask for help and strength to begin again.
On the rare occasions when I waken in the dawn hours (and have the wherewithal to look out the window), I love to watch as sun slides her presence through soft morning mist.
There’s nothing quite like seeing a morning unfold and raising a soul to the One who breathes life into every moment.
Most of my days are wrapped in the sameness of being housebound and constrained by chronic illness.God penetrates each day with gifts of grace and we need eyes open to see them. Click To Tweet
So when I saw today’s five-minute-friday prompt was ‘morning’ I had a wry smile and wondered how I would write about it. Here’s what emerged – rather later in the day than intended.
Morning invites us
Come taste, see and sense the glory gifts
I bring; hope wrapped up in presence,
new offering. Come lay aside night’s cloak
of gloom or weariness of rising far too soon
Come close and scent fresh morning
air, breathe its Eden potential
stretched bare across canvas
of sky, pulled taut with longing
Come bring your dreams and put them here
Wait and see what this day will do for you
Peel back the layers of secular
to reveal sacred hidden deep within
its midst; unfurl light ribbon of holy
and let it shine bright as it freely
threads throughout this day
I am portal of promise made
I am gift and grace to try and
to start again; I am all you have
as you live in the Now; I am rich
with love I ache for you to know
©JoyLenton2016We can be thankful for sun rising each day and for God's grace being new every morning. Click To Tweet
Sometimes the familiar can seem stifling, but I prefer to see it as comforting. And I always enjoy the way God weaves a trace of new into our usual.
And linking at Barbie’s site to share the ways God has been whispering to us.
Are you a morning person?
What helps you respond to its invitation?