“The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.” ∼ Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin ∼
There is just something about the morning time.
It’s full of the brand new—full of the promise of baby belly laughs that crinkle miniature noses and make bright doe eyes sparkle, full of the most joyful and delightful little beings I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.
I wasn’t always a morning person. I used to be slow and sluggish before 8 a.m., and lounging in my pajamas for a few hours allowed me to decide if I wanted to fully wake up. I’ve loved sleeping in since I was a teenager…there is just something luxurious about knowing you can lie in bed for as long as you want without the pressure of an alarm.
But these days, the alarms—two of them—sound early: plaintive cries calling for bottles and diaper changes and snuggles. I stay in my pajamas—but that’s more from lack of time than it is from luxury. I can still lie in bed for a while, but instead of dozing, I’m staring at two perfect faces. In that enchanted hour after they wake and eat, all trace of yesterday’s fussiness is gone, and everything mommy and daddy say and do elicits open-mouthed grins and explorations of vocal range. The most joyful of squeals, the happiest of cackles, and the sunniest of smiles occur before 8 a.m.
Any bout with overtiredness or overstimulation from the night before is long forgotten in the dawn of a new morning.
I think maybe that’s why so many people encourage a morning quiet time—one for prayer and meditation and reading. In the morning, you are fresh, rested, and open to possibilities. I was always one who fit it in later in the day, but more often than not, life got in the way if I let it. By day’s end, I was needing sleep, finishing daily tasks, zoning out in front of the television, or mindlessly scrolling though social media. It’s like I didn’t really have the brain power left to focus on my spiritual life like I should have been. My mom has been a proponent of a morning quiet time for years; she misses it if she doesn’t get it. And like many things, I’ve finally had to just admit it: my mother was right about something. Again. 😉
And while these days I struggle to find a moment to shower…much less to have a quiet time…I do find short snippets in the morning to read a devotional, to do some praying, or to study some scripture. My husband is usually getting some cuddle time with the babies while I pump for twenty minutes or so…the perfect amount of time to focus inward for a bit. I have found that if I do that, the rest of my day doesn’t necessarily go more smoothly, but I am equipped to face it all with a better attitude because I can put it all within the framework of the bigger picture.
So I want to encourage all of you busy mamas, grandmas, working women, stay at home moms, teenagers…whoever you are…to make a little time for God in the morning. It doesn’t have to last hours or be legalistic or even consist of the same thing each day. But taking a little time out for your soul before you even start your day will help you foster a relationship with the One who sees you, who knows you, and who loves you more than you can possibly imagine. And if I’m meeting with God, I really want Him to find me to be a joyful and delightful little being. Because I know how pleasing that is to a parent’s heart. ❤