There is a beauty in the stillness of the morning. While the world is in it’s pre bustling daze, the morning hums in fog kissed by a Father. Grace pours into our windows in the shape of sunbeams. In this balance between activity and stillness we find hope reign abundant. We will be told in a few hours that today depends on us, but in these mornings it is easy to believe different. Our days are impossibly endless as much as the sun’s rays expand across the dew flavored grass. It is the 7am paradox we find ourselves in – the battle between what we do and what we really are. In this relentless divinity we believe in the hand of a creator who holds it all together. The problems we face this afternoon will threaten to drown us under the weight of obligations but as our souls sour under this prospect, our savior is risen anew. We will wish for eternal morning.
May the day we live speak of the higher things. Of love, grace, and expectancy the mornings have no limit.
Oh Lord, grant us a day of the impossible. Save us from the demands of a temporary state and may we reside in that which never ends. Your love be glorified in the grind of today. Save us from itineraries and agendas. Free us from endless responsibilities and struggle. Thank you for the 24 you have granted us with and may we be rescued to visit your morning again tomorrow. Embrace us in mercy as we put one foot in front of the other as we walk the path of grace.
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