Morning makes me feel like a child, there are chances and choices and I wake with the realization of opportunity.
Morning, more clear in its inventory of me, my prayers are more honest, less prompted as if thoughts were shuffled in my sleep to the place they become conversation with God, bedside and solitary.
Words are exchanged and then silence before the thoughts that can no longer be hidden from the day are offered, truth.
Lord, help me to stay on track, get back on track and stay there.
Have I hidden my eyes from you or have I allowed the maze of life to mask my view?
No need for pretty words or inserting of song or verse.
The heart has spoken in the time before day takes over and tries to obscure my view.
The secret things unhidden. I have been found.
The longings and commitments unmuffled and unmarred by this world we live in.
Morning, a brief abiding and
A prayer to stay here longer, abiding in Him.
And now, little children, abide in him, so that when he appears we may have confidence and not shrink from him in shame at His coming. I John 2:28
Prompted to write about being “Hidden”.
One thought on “Found in the Morning”
So challenged to take my thoughts to Him each day as I rise. Happy to have stopped here from the FMF linkup. God bless.