We went to church yesterday morning. This may not seem like a big deal, but to me it was refreshing, cool water for my parched, spiritual thirst. On one hand, I’ve been so blessed to be able to travel and be with friends and family. But on the other hand, I haven’t been to my home church in several weeks. Sure I can listen to Richard’s sermons here, but nothing restores my weary soul than to sing in my off-key voice with angelic voices around me, tap my toes in my own rhythm, take notes during the sermon to remind me of God’s sovereignty, put my folding chair on the rack, then hug and talk to my sweet brothers and sisters of Hope Point. Ahhh….I love it. I need it.
I have everything any woman would want or need….loving husband, fantastic children, goofy pets, amazing friends, beautiful home, enough food to feed an army, exercise, a room where I can create etc…. I’m able to do what I want when I want, but I have felt loose, disconnected and frustrated. During the service on Sunday, I realized I needed to reach out for the life ring God was throwing to me. I had been treading water for a looong time in the middle of the ocean, doing a pretty good job, but getting a bit tired.
So here it is Monday…while some think “Ugh, it’s Monday.” I’m thinking “Woo Hoo! It’s Monday!”
In Him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace…Ephesians 1:7
I think Monday is a great day to start afresh, start a new pattern, start my day off right. I knew that I had been missing my daily quiet times with God. I needed to get back in the habit of praying and reading my bible every day. I had made my days so busy with taking care of everyone else, that I began to believe that I could do it all-by myself. Trying to do it all on my own power, I was tired, grumpy, impatient and just wanted to go into hiding. Thank God, that we all have been atoned for our mistakes through his blood on the cross and we have been forgiven! We are all given that second, third and one thousandth chance to start again. God says “It’s ok. I love you. Try again, but this time let’s do it together.”
I set my alarm for 6:00am for the quiet and still of the morning.
It’s still dark outside. I try to be very quiet, so as not to awaken Superman, the dogs and cat. The pets are very set in their ways and I didn’t want to get involved in the morning bathroom routine, feedings and normal start of the day shenanigans.
Sam followed me into the kitchen while I made some coffee. She laid down at my feet, looked up at me as if saying “Momma, it ain’t time to get up yet.” With a hot cup of coffee, I started my new morning routine, which is actually my old routine, but I let it go in the shuffle of life, so now I’m back, starting new again. (Wow, that’s some sentence you got there, Mar.)
I give thanks.
I ask for forgiveness.
I pray for intercession.
Looks like my time is up. It is 6:45 and the girls are hungry. It doesn’t seem like I had enough time. Maybe I can set the coffee maker to brew before I wake up and rise at 5:30 instead of six. I’m willing to make adjustments, tweaking it here and there. The most important thing is that I make this time every day.
Do you have a special routine for your quiet time with God? When do you do your devotional? Do you have a special spot? Early morning? Lunchtime? Or right before bed? No matter what the time, it’s all good. Thanks for dropping by,