Shhh-- Do You Hear What I Hear?

I hear the quiet promise of the new day.


I have always been an early to bed, early to rise kind of gal.  I like the quiet of early morning.  Being up early helps calm the chaos of the hour and gives me time to make mental lists, organize plans and generally get myself geared up for the day before I find myself in the midst of the day.

In recent months I have found myself, without any conscious plan, saying a prayer of thanks as I  open my eyes.  I didn't design this exercise, it just happened.  Now, each morning I give thanks for the new day I have been given and I ask for guidance that this new day be lived in the manner and to the purpose for which God gave it to me.

The  morning hours are so full and with the extra time I can think about what is going on around me.

What do I hear?  I hear the clock ticking and the Hubs snoring.  Sometimes I hear delivery trucks at Target across the street.  I hear the stray cat knocking things around on the patio.

What do I see?  I see the dawn breaking, sometimes I see the cat, I see the house that surrounds me and keeps me warm on these cold winter mornings.

What do I feel?  Gratitude and humility.  Thankful that I have this day to enjoy all that life has to offer, thankful for the people who impact me everyday, thankful for the love of God -- I am always awed that this has been bestowed upon me -- an ordinary person of no particular merit except that I am a child of God and will always and forever be thankful for the opportunity to have been raised up in that belief.

So, as I sit and listen to the quiet of the new day I think about my journey to begin tomorrow.  My journey of gratitude -- diolch -- and  I thank God for the opportunity to walk this path.