God's Word Before Sunrise

Fresh start, Monday.

I can't tell you how many times we try, try, try again to wake up before the sun

so we can read God's word

before the day begins.

But time and again, the alarm sounds

and snoozing and losing goes from enticement to entrapment

and the more important goes from wanted to wayside

til the evening, when my brain is too foggy to understand.

Today, though. Today was Monday

and he and I, we woke up before the sun

and we read God's word

and we were filled

before breakfast.

I'm grateful for fresh starts, new beginnings.

I'm grateful to learn from the master teacher,

the master healer,

the master of tempests and earth and skies,

who gives me the chance to try again

on Mondays

and every day.

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