I’ve resorted to setting my alarm again. There was a time it wasn’t necessary, I’d wake cause my body knew it was time and moved, alert and following my mind.

But, lately I linger in the place I’ve come to rest.  The place where the light comes in, I linger here, a chorus has stirred me slowly.

It’s a funny thing, I hesitate to tell.

Ive been waking with a song. I’ll remember an old hymn or new praise and I suppose God is setting a tone. On Monday, it was “leaning , leaning, safe secure from all alarm.”

I reached for a cup realizing I’d postponed putting the dishes away. All the plain ones in the front, like a song upon waking, I look for a vessel for my coffee. I’m mapping my day.

Oh.  I see it, pushed to the back.

A gift from my daughter, one of the many.

Thoughts and little gifts, sparking a recognition of my need, subtle sayings that say, “Get over yourself or get through this, you can.”

There are three funerals of good people who lived long, good lives this week, the week of the day remembering of my mama’s passing.

I get word of a young man who gave up and tragically died and I read the obituary of a mother without hope.

Both, only a quarter of a century of life lived thus far, that far.

” It’s happening a lot.”  she said, meaning family members and older people.

I agreed, “Yes.” thinking, more by suicide. This is work; still it is my life,  life.

It is morning again, the one after I woke to drink from the cup of peace and I feel as if I’ve toiled all night, I wake early for fear of sleeping too late. Today’s cup,  paisley pink and purple swirls, a gift from my son.

The message, even more subtle, a boy on a trip with his buddies, used his spending money and thought of his mama, “Got something for you.”

And I sing a song for the day as I turn towards work, thinking yesterday I cherished quiet and I was thoughtful and trusting.

“Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!”

Today, more celebratory in early morning blue sky, suddenly bright with joy and tomorrow…

Tomorrow  is yet to see and be seen, to be partaken of.

I’ve  got the coffee ready for my rising.

Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided,
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide,
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!

Linking up with Jennifer Dukes Lee to “Tell His Story”

http://jenniferdukeslee.com/learned-life-beautiful-bumpy-road-faraway-island/