There never seems to be enough time in the day.
But this I know- there are hours in the morning which I could utilize and I don't. Because I'm sleeping.
I'm tired. Very tired. And I let the illness excuse me from the morning opportunity which I know is a fruitful time for me.
So, I sleep in and I take a couple of cups of coffee to get going and by the time we start our day, it is late. Later than I'd like.
And I've had whiles when I've woken early, before the kids; and fatigued or not, my day goes better. Yawning smiles. Because the quiet time, the prayer, has happened deliberately. The discipline. And I'm built up for what may come in any given day.
And this is not a legalistic thing. Because I don't feel condemnation. God can work with me wherever I am and if I give Him these afternoon hours while I blog, I'm sure He's fine with that. But I know in my heart, that mornings for us are better. I've even asked Him in times past to waken me in the morning, early. And He did! For about a week. And I kept going back to sleep. That's okay. Rest, He gives me, too.
But when I come back to the thought, that there's not enough time in the day for all that must be done, the reminder of the morning comes.
Naturally, I am not the best with time management. I don't need to be. But if I start my day off on the right foot, chances are, I'll hear His voice more clearly through the day, be guided more easily into right priorities.
Maybe soon, you'll find me here, early.
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