via Mornings are really rough for me. I remember a time that I could stay up as late as I wanted without any worry of the morning, but not any more. The terrible part is I much prefer the night. No, not the darkness. The night. The night where the stars sparkle across water and streams and sky. The night still glows--just in a different way. It glitters...and glitter has always caught my eye. But that's beside the point. Every night I practice the same routine. I do my devotions (because there's no way I'm going to be able to wake up in the morning with enough time to do spend with Jesus.) Usually participate in some form of exercise. And I always set my alarm to get up early the next morning. Well, it's early for me. But alas, when the sun peaks into my room and the sound of life returns to earth, I'd much prefer the comfort of my covers to the glowing reality waiting out there in the world. Curious, I know. Right now, in this unending winter, there are few things I can imagine more prefect than the warmth of the sun kissing my cold skin except possibly the ocean's waves licking my toes. Still yet, mornings are rough. Oh, if only I loved mornings I could traipse around the fields behind my house enjoying the beauty of nature as she comes awake. If only I loved mornings I could enjoy the cup of coffee seated and resting instead of on the road to my next destination. If only I loved mornings I could glimpse the orange sun as her rays warm the hard wood floor. But I don't enjoy them...not at all. At least not before eight o'clock and then I enjoy them just fine. For all the trouble that they are, there is one thing about mornings that makes them forever close to my heart. It's the newness that they bring. I can't change the past, but I can change today. Right here, this moment and every moment still to come, is waiting for me to discover. They may be already written in God's book of history, but I still win the discoverer's treasure as they unfold before my eyes. The morning calls us to life. The morning brings new hope. The morning is about the future. From what I know about mornings the future is looking pretty bright. No, mornings are never easy, but they are always bright. For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime! Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning. Psalm 30:5 Linking Up Cornerstone Confessions