In the morning, before the birds cackle and before the morning star peeks above the horizon, I wake from bed and thank God
while making my way to the bathroom for waking to another day. I'll make the morning coffee and give the dogs their portion of kibble.
I'll open the door so that when they finish their portion, they can go greet the morning similarly.
I'll sit looking at the southern sky, opening my mind to the universe patiently waiting on whispers from creation.
I'll roll a smoke and get a coffee from the brewing pot considering the plans of intent from yesterday in a protocol so as
to complete those designs in the hours presented before me.
I'll check emails and scratch the returning dogs demanding my time for their appreciation of my morning consistency.
I'll turn on the morning news to see what is happening locally. I compare my own weather observations with our local guy Gil Simmons.
At the 7AM hour the channel is changed to morning preaching beginning with The Shepard's Chapel. BVOV, JoyceMeyer and finally Les Feldick follow up scriptural study for the day.
Tracy usually presents herself between Joyce an Les. We share time together before her day begins,
I may be asked to make a breakfast, either way
the time is precious.
The quiet time prepares me for the battles ahead. Wisdom and patience find me before I apply myself to whatever duty or chore
needs accomplishing. It is my second nature to consider God's favor for all things I apply my time to for an effort. At the end of the day it is the burden of my first nature to reflect on the certain shortcomings of my second nature in humble reverence to the disposition of Creation.
This is proof of transformation that comes from becoming a Christian.
I've been on this path just shy of two years. I wish I had known this place earlier on in my life, but I waste no time on regret. There is too much work
in front of me for such a self centered waste of time. My flesh is the same, but now it is disciplined. In that discipline my soul knows comfort it was tormented by only two years ago. The battle of heart and mind is just a simple debate. Choices still need attention and dedication which will elevate me even greater than the perch I stand on for this journey.
The curse of sin is no longer my bondage. I see this world as it is and as I always have seen it, but for knowing the wisdom and patience of quiet time
I see that death of flesh isn't my master. It is the promise of life that guides me beyond the shame and self hatred I would have otherwise surrendered to previously. The insanity and chaos of this life is not my concern even though I rebuke it whenever I meet it through my day.
The Apostle Paul speaks to Ephesians in Chapter 6 about the donning of The Whole Armor of God.
My quiet time is that time for me. I renew my soul in the waiting and hearing of creation's whisper, knowing that this gift of today may very well be the last day here Alive in life's promise.