I hate waking up.
It's true - I love being awake, I love falling asleep, and I love being asleep, but I hate waking up. I can't think of many things I would rather not do. Because of this, having an 8AM class four days a week is the bane of my existence. Early mornings and I have a very poor relationship.
But supposedly, "joy comes with the morning." (Psalm 30:5)
Say what?
Seriously?
I mean, yeah, waking up early means I get to start my day before everyone else in my suite. It's quiet and peaceful, and I get to see things (like the fog that rolled in overnight) that they might sleep through.
Waking up early means I get to brew myself a pot of coffee (Pecan Praline coffee this morning, thanks to my awesome care package from my awesome mom!), curl up on my bed and read great books about my great God ("The Radical Cross" by A. W. Tozer this morning,) and listen to worship music to start my day (on the playlist this morning was How He Loves, by David Crowder.)
Being up early means I have a chance to start my day before I have to start my day.
I guess, maybe, I don't hate early mornings as much as I thought. I still don't enjoy my alarm going off, and admit I hit the snooze button once or twice, but I really am blessed every morning. Maybe the psalmist was right after all... ...joy does come in the morning.
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