this is what my morning looks like. waking at at least 5am, and until i can finally muster the energy to get up and keep up with this wild cutie.
my jolly, jumping alarm clock child. he squeezes my face and arms, gives a million kisses and says "wate UP wate UP!!!" for an hour straight. he chants about transformers, trains and animals. optimus. walrus, polar bear, dinosaur. choo choo! he belts out christmas carols and sings the alphabet loud and proud. elijah's awake. he's ready to get this party started. he loves mornings.
i love news days, but i am not a morning person. not one ounce of me.
but when i think about the meaning of morning, my hate-early-rising heart softens.
morning means the first part of a thing. a beginning. a newness. fresh start. and that's exactly what i get with every new day. jesus meets me with the rising sun, lending his smile and strength. he covers me with brand new grace. that's the reason to get up. that's reason to sing. that's reason to celebrate!
but i will sing of your strength; i will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning. for you have been to me a fortress and a refuge in the day of my distress. o my strength, i will sing praises to you, for you, o god, are my fortress, the god who shows me steadfast love. psalm 59:16-17
elijah is teaching me to enjoy mornings. to start each one off with a party! saying thanks out loud, singing praise to the new day giver. that's the sort of woman/wifey/mama/friend i want to be. joyful, grateful, a light. i want to be a better morning person.