Mornings

Sitting here this morning with my cup of coffee and bible I am just thinking back on how I was raised and thanking God for that.  As a teenager, I remember wishing that when Saturday arrived that I could sleep in like all the other kids in America but inevitably by seven my mom would come to our room to get us up for the day.  She always said it was the best time of the day to get things done.  I’m sure I thought she was insane but times have changed.

 I do remember a time in my life when I loved to get up early and that was at my grandparents house.  I would spend weeks with them and at least three times a week they would get me up at 6ish and we would go to The Brown bag or some local breakfast place.   I loved that time with them, leaving the house when the sun was rising and the fog was still in the Maine sky.  I would step out on the porch and breath in the fresh saltwater air and then go and spend sweet time with two people I loved dearly.  The people that formed in me the excitement for the first of the day, the joy of a warm cup of coffee and great fellowship with the Lord and taught me that His mercies are new every morning.