Oh, how I have come to love the early morning and the sights, sounds and routine it brings. Sideways sun shining through trees creating haze.
I marvel at sunrays filtered through limbs extending faded light lines all the way to the ground.
It stops me mid-jog. It is amazing to see something that is usually invisible and only felt, not seen. I take a few pictures, trying to capture the fleeting visible…I zero in.
I am more in tune in the morning, at least once I am verticle for a few.
It used to be coffee that woke me up. Now it is strapping on shoes and getting outdoors and movement. Coffee comes later as a reward for choosing to move.
It’s not really though. Who needs a reward for doing something that ends up so sweet?
It is like getting paid for work that is as fulfilling as rest…things different but are almost equally as good.
I sit outside in my swing chair, time to cool down. Those rays now invisible but not, as the sun still reveals itself creating a woven shadow pattern on my page.
I so delight in light!
I wonder what I will do once the dark of winter comes.
What will become of my morning routine?
I worry about the lack.
Lack of squirrels darting and birds chirping and rabbits retreating behind vine-covered fences.
Lack of the sound of breeze filtered through leaves and water in our backyard fountain.
Lack of the mist that hits as I pass early morning sprinklers on my morning jog.
Why am I always worried about lack?
I then remember the stillness that winter brings and how life is always changing seasons.
I remember cozy candlelit mornings and the weight of a fuzzy blanket, hands wrapped around my mug, slippers on feet and oils diffusing.
I remember God meets needs no matter what season; and how in Him, I never lack.
Because you belong to Christ, you have been made complete lacking nothing.
He is the ruler over every power and authority.
For everything, there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
This really is why morning routine has become so sweet. It gives space for reminders and helps me remember. It pushes reset on my senses and my mind into truth.
After my job endorphins flood my brain and primes it for this receiving.
I start to cool down, heart slows and I lean into what He wants to say. There never is lack in what He has for me, only abundance! His reminders swirl and are gentle and calming like this morning’s breeze.
The sun goes behind a cloud, the patterns on my page disappear. Light is still there but it is different, faint, darker and cooling. I no longer have to squint, my face relaxes. Different but just as good.
A huge buzzing black beetle flys right at me, I leap from my chair and almost spill my coffee. I sit back down and settle in, but then again it comes at me and I run inside to hide. Ridiculous.
Every season brings unexpected, we run from that which really can be squashed, because we lack, but not really. I wonder if the neighbor who is out in the yard next to me sees me running like there is a giant little bug.
I wonder if he sees my lack? Eeyyy.
My thoughts cycle like the seasons, steady on truth until a bit of dark flys at me.
I am thankful to know the one who brings light, who reminds me through a bug that the darkness I run from and worry about really is small, fleeting, and can be overcome in a moment… because he has.
I want to run well and endure, not in fear but with face lifted.
Light always chases away the dark, revealing what is true and complete.
Revealing my lack of lack.
But you must let endurance have its full effect,
so that you may be mature and complete, lacking nothing.
I end this part of my routine and feel thankful for
and new mornings.
I walk into a new day and delight in found light.
It has been a joy to create new routines in each season. I’ve been experimenting with my morning routine this summer, and have delighted to find so much joy in getting up and outdoors early in the morning.
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