I guess you could say that I’m one of those creatures of habit.
I wake up each morning and go through the same sort of rhythm. First I pull back the curtains to let the sunlight stream in, grateful that today means a fresh start and some sort of reset on life I suppose.
The only logical thing to do next is to brew coffee, of course. I have my same old mug that I pull out of the cupboard, and I sit in my same old chair. I pull out my same old stash of notebooks, pens and books and open up my same old Bible to the reading for today.
I pause after a few chapters and have my prayer time.
These moments in the morning, they’ve become my very favorite. This rhythm that I’ve found has been my constant in the midst of life’s never ending chaos.
But there’s always this danger that can come when we come up with rhythms. It’s the potential for our hearts to grow numb to their true value.
You see, each morning I wake up, I read the Words of my life-giving, soul-changing Heavenly Father. I spend time in prayer about the many weights others face and give thanks for His grace.
I sit and I linger (most days a little too long), and then rush on ahead into a whirlwind of places to be and faces to meet. (Inevitably late, due to yet another habit of pushing things to that very last second.)
And as I go along with my day, I'm sure to hear of even greater needs, wonder about why they have and I have not, catch myself wishing for more when there’s already enough to be had.
All of these motions that every one of us go through, and then I stop to wonder-has the whole world gone and forgotten that there’s a God up in heaven who created us for more?
And then the question begs to be answered, have I forgotten right along with the rest of them?
Because you see, this Living Word of God tells me each day that He is a God who works wonders (Ps. 77:14), a God who only does wondrous things (Ps. 72:18), a God who has overcome this world and all of its many struggles (Jn. 16:33), a God who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think (Eph. 3:20).
This is the God that I meet with each morning.
This is the Holy, beautiful One that I live before and claim to adore.
This is the God that I seek to grasp and claim to know, and have I forgotten the beauty of my Father’s heart?
Have I forgotten the wonders that He still longs to work?
Have I forgotten the way that He intricately works the details, carefully manages the plans that He formed from before the world was founded, or the ways that He moves on behalf of His children?
These rhythms I’ve come to know so well will loose so much of their wealth and value if my heart doesn’t make a diligent search of the true nature of my Father each morning when I start my day.
Let’s be among those who remember the never changing ability of our God who created galaxies and the great oceans deep. This is the very best way that we can start each day.
He is more than able to transform each one of these days into a miracle of His grace, for those who live within the reality of His will.
So, though my mornings might always follow a similar rhythm, I'm choosing again today to remember the fact that the God that I linger before each day, is a God who longs to work wonders in the lives of those who are fully given to Him.