the mornings are always cool, and i open the window to let the breeze in, and i think that when i do that, i also invite Him to come in. i know He is always there, and yet, just as i go to His house on Sundays to spend time with Him, i would like Him to come in and be with me, in the place where i live.
it is early yet, the sun is only beginning to rise, and the faint outline of stars begin to fade in the light of dawn.
i like the first few minutes of silence, a comfortable silence that only intimacy and truth and trust can yield to each other. and when He begins to speak, or when i begin to, the silence changes, and yet it is not harsh, or unnatural.
i open His word and read, absorbing all that He wishes to teach me. and i pray, prayer that starts out as simple words, petitions for my loved ones, myself, for the aches and pains of a broken world and ends as something far more profound that i know indeed the Spirit intercedes for me, beyond my capabilities.
but the best moments surely must be when He and i sing the dawnsong together, a symbol of our faith, our hope and our love. there are no words for the dawnsong, rather, it is a melody that each heart carries, and i too hear it in the most sacred and hidden part of my being.
i know that he enjoys these moments, and every morning, i am reminded that His presence is real and His love, life-changing.
3 comments:
sure petrina! i'll link u up too. teaching has been really fun, aside fr the fact dat you'll never be rich ;)
a very sincere piece...as I was reading it, i could almost feel the serenity and real-ness of the morning spent with God. Thank you. It is a great encouragement for me.
@discordant dude : carry on the good work of teaching...teachers can really make a difference in their students' lives, and i m sure that money isn't everything. :)
@tina : keep on praying, my lovely friend. i m happy that i managed to encourage you. God bless!
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