Morning

I love the morning. It is quiet and serene. There is time for contemplation and planning. There is also time for reflection, meditation, pondering, reading, preparation, dew, sounds of the morning (birds, cars starting and driving off), smells (toast (ambrosia to me with just a little butter and some tart raspberry jam), bacon (l REALLY love bacon, it's the cure for swine flu, don't you know), exhaust, freshly watered lawns and flowers) (like all those parenthetical inserts?) (didn't know I knew how to spell "parenthetical" did you?) (still more inserts...) prayer and reading my scriptures. I love watching how the sun chases away the night, yet the shadows of night cling to the very vestiges of night before surrendering to the inevitable brightening of the day which, in turn, creates its own shadows and how the sun awakens the world. I am usually up before the sun and get to witness this re-birth of the earth on a daily basis. It never grows old for me. What I don't like is when I beat the morning by 2 or 3 hours which has been occurring far too frequently. Why do we wake up so early at times and can't go back to sleep? I think that, at times, God is calling us to just listen and contemplate. I need to remember that as I get frustrated when I can't get right back to sleep. I need to ask what He wants and then listen. I don't listen to the still, small voice as often as I should. My life is filled to overflowing with noise and distractions. Work gets in the way and just life and living gets in the way most days. That, I think, is why I love the morning. I can listen for God a little easier.