Mornings

It seems I have had a lot of slow and peaceful mornings over the past few weeks. The kind of mornings where I stumble down the stairs in my baggy sweatshirt, pour myself a cup of coffee, plop down on the couch, and wrap myself up in a blanket. I pull up pinterest on my computer and scroll through looking at images and feeling inspired by all of the beautiful design and funny messages. Cortez (my dog(strange name right?)) will jump up on the couch and snuggle up between me and the large number of decorative pillows on our couch. I  sit there for hours sipping my coffee, basking by the fireplace, and simply enjoying the morning. 

Morning-the period of time between midnight and noon, esp. from sunrise to noon

The word is really quite beautiful. It has a slight ring to it between the two n's and single g. The definition seems a bit too simple for me and I could think of a hundred others that would sound prettier and fluffier. However, when creating my own definition, I realize that the simple definition for morning mirrors the simplicity of those early hours. Everything seems much simpler in the morning. Life feels like its in slow motion. Everything has a subtle glow bouncing across it. People talk slowly and quietly because they are still a wee bit sleepy. Its the only time of day where it is acceptable to have crazy looking hair, only one sock on because the other was lost in your bed, and drink multiple cups of coffee. 

This morning I sit here munching on granola yogurt and fruit thinking about and thanking the Lord for these beautiful hours. 

"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning"  Lamenations 3:22-23

Every morning my Father wakes me up with a clean slate. He wipes away all of the chalk I scribbled over my chalkboard heart the day before. He wakes me up every morning with a purpose for my day. His love is living. It never ceases. 

So as I sit here this morning, with eyes that are finally opening up and a body that has been energized by rest and food, I pray I will start appreciating these mornings for more than what I think they are. I pray I will see the beauty of His mercies that are new every morning. 

Living Love,
Lauren