Saturday, January 21, 2017

Dear God,

The first thing, the very first thing to do is to meet with you first thing in the morning, before the laundry and the dishes, the news and weather report, and social media and breakfast.  If we do all these things first, we miss the sweetness of first morning love, faith, and hope. 

So often I want to put the laundry in the washer before I sit down with you.  I want to put away the dishes, clean up the living room, and make my bed.  But why?  Why wouldn't I be like Mary who went straight to you and sat down at your feet? 

So often I forfeit the golden silence, the brush of a new day, and meeting my Lord as a Lover whom I have not seen in so long.  But when I run to you first, when I allow my longings to find you waiting, and I give to you my first thoughts, my devotion, and my love, well, there is no morning like this.  I drink in the wonder of the brand new day.  I eat from the table of sacred offering.  I breathe in the air of heaven.  I find joy like no other and gratitude spills from me like a fountain.

Heavenly Father,
Good God of Grace,
thank you
for the blessing
of first morning.
Thank you
for making
my way
to you.
Thank you
for grace
when I choose
someone else
or something else first.
Forgive me;
show me
your way.

Love, Andrea