I’m gonna do my very best.
Decided, just now, to live more like the morning.
Easy like Sunday or Wednesday or Tuesday,
Try to live all day “easy peasy” like the thin lines on the blinds becoming silvery gray, drawing me to wake and early, saying let’s go and see.
Morning, takin’ it easy on me.
Time for anticipating, of dark coffee, pink pencil and the corner sofa spot where the tall thin lamp shines down in a quiet welcome, come.
I’m gonna live like morning all day if I can.
To be less frustrated by the unexpected unfriendliness of the day, I’ll turn back to my morning page reread and I’ll decide,
Okay, show me again. I know I read it in your book, underlined, recorded and thought for more than a second…this is God and this is good. This is for me.
No more gettin’ sidetracked by demands and details, brain overloaded from multiple tasks.
I’ve decided to try, too good not to, just try to break the habit of thinkin’ dread and despair and doubt. The things that come out most every middle of the day, like a prisoner breaking out, they’re gonna make their mischief, stir up stuff.
I’m gonna try, here and ready to begin yet again to be unswayed by patterns or people or less than promising plans.
Give me back my morning, no kidding.
I will surely thank me.
If I can live like morning for just a little bit longer like the summer sunrise lingers lazily deciding, I’m staying up late, I’d surely be more contented come the night.
I’d stretch out my morning mind and soul, establish new ways.
I’m gonna live like the morning, savor it like creamy brown coffee, the color of thick chocolate shake.
I’m gonna cup my cup of morning and do better, I decide.
Less straining towards back home to sigh and declare oh, another day, another day…
Live easy like the mornin’, yes, so much less me, so much more Him.
“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.”
Psalms 143:8 ESV
Discovering this Thursday morning, a beautiful and oh, so timely post about joy and suffering at quietlyreminded.com
What a pretty place to visit, art and words and grace and truth!