dew and devotion
There’s something about the morning that is conspicuously devotional. There’s something in the quiet. Sometimes I wake up early enough to feel the unique and unexpected. When man has submitted to his fragile design the Father hasn’t stopped from his work. He is the God who does not slumber and the morning is a kind of soft reminder for humility.
Maybe thats the very enterprise of morning: to show the greatness of our Father while the sense of our frailty still resonates in our bones. Maybe its supposed to lift our eyes upward because we can’t say, “I’ve sustained my existence for the past few hours.” Nonsense; for there is forced surrender at the close of each day. So when we rub our eyes in the morning maybe its supposed to draw us to devotion.
It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes the early morning is a reminder to trust Him for all things for he cares.
Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust.
Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.
- Psalm 143:8 -
