Do
not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and fasting,
present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all
understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians
4:6,7 NIV
Our
Sunday School teacher urged us to make time in our hectic mornings to give
Jesus the first moments of our day. Wednesday
night, he asked how it had gone. Well, if I go to bed after some quality time
with Jesus, I wake up with Him on my mind, too. But, my morning still starts on
the run with fixing breakfast while the morning souls on TV—not my choice—yell
at me. And no, I can’t get up any earlier. Even if I could, I’m on automatic
pilot, nothing much to give to anyone. This Sunday, the teacher gave us each a slip of paper. At the top was written, MY PRAYER; at the bottom, THE MASTER IS LISTENING. We’re to write in whatever’s most pressing to us, and post it in a prominent place.
A Wayne Watson song popped into my head: “Do you miss Me, child, when you’re running, the way that I miss you.” I wrote it down. Then a Faith and Melanie song: “Slow me down, Lord.” A praise chorus, “I will seek You in the morning.” A Michael Card song: “When the morning falls on the farthest hills…”
But I’m still tangled in the rush, no time for myself or for Jesus.
Found another song on my computer yesterday. I love, love, love Celtic music, so I had to check this one out. “I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest…”
I’m about to wear my pocket tape recorder out on that one.
This morning I woke with that song in my head. Then, when I stepped outside, I realized I do have a few minutes most mornings. While my dogs sniff around the yard and take care of business, I’m just standing there looking for peace—and breathing in the new day the Lord has made.
“Oh, what a wonderful, wonderful day, day I will never forget.”
Avi, please fill my head with Your song again today, and give me rest in You even as I work. Give me words to tell this lonely world who You are. In Your holy name, Amen.
Most mornings, the first thought in my head is, "how in the world is it morning already?" I think the dog time is a great time for me, as well. I'm out of bed, dressed, and my brain is functioning (well, sort of). I'm sure using that time to pray instead of urging the dogs to hurry up will be more beneficial to my day!
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