This week is back to school week.

Ugh.

I am not (I repeat N.O.T.) a morning person.

As much as I wanna be… as early as I go to bed… as richly as I have been blessed with one early morning kid, I can’t do it. And I certainly can’t do it cheerfully. I’ve tried.

And I will continue to try. I’m not giving up — just keeping it real.

This morning was different, though. The alarm went off at 6:30 (yes, I know you are laughing at me now because for some people, that’s not early at all) and I rolled over and shut it off. I am not a subscriber to the “Snooze Method”, so I just plan shut it off.

Side note tangent: my husband is going to hate that sentence because it is a very southern sentence with the phrase “shut it off” in there — twice! He teases me about that. “How to you ‘shut’ anything off?” I love you, sweet man!

The first thought that went through my head was one I have already said here, “I am not a morning person. And I do not like this.” The next thing, though, that went through my head was a little voice that whispered, “But I am here.”

There is was! First thing in the morning, He finds me!

Oh, He’s so sneaky! Finding me there BEFORE anything else can get in the way.

How I love Him so.

I also have some guilt for this, though. I know that my first thought in the morning should be HIM. Not the alarm clock or the un-godly extreme hour. Him.

A prayer of thanks that I woke up (although, when you really think about it, the alternative is preferable).

A deep breath, breathing Him in. “Come Spirit and minster to me today. Intercede on my behalf and bring me comforts of love and direction.”

David knew this. Even in the midst of turmoil, his first thought in the morning was of God and his last though, the same. Here are a few verses from Psalm 119 from The Message translation.

Let it be known that I am not one to switch translations just because it suits the purpose. I just like the way this one starts because I feel like this is what I do so much — call out to Him at the top of my lungs.

145-152 I call out at the top of my lungs,
“God! Answer! I’ll do whatever you say.”
I called to you, “Save me
so I can carry out all your instructions.”
I was up before sunrise,
crying for help, hoping for a word from you.
I stayed awake all night,
prayerfully pondering your promise.
In your love, listen to me;
in your justice, God, keep me alive.
As those out to get me come closer and closer,
they go farther and farther from the truth you reveal;
But you’re the closest of all to me, God,
and all your judgments true.
I’ve known all along from the evidence of your words
that you meant them to last forever.

Psalm 119: 145-152

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