Today I'm participating in Five Minute Friday, a free write link-up hosted by Kate Motaung. Here are my brief thoughts on the topic of morning:

No one who’s ever lived with me would describe me as a morning person. Those who have worked with me might—but that’s because by the time they interacted with me, I was sufficiently caffeinated.

My sweet husband brings my coffee in bed. This started as a “deal” we made—I’d make his lunch and get the dinner prep dishes done before he got home from work, meaning we'd have more time to spend together in the evenings; in turn he’d bring me coffee the next morning. I still do those things for him most days, but he still brings me coffee every matter how pleasant or unpleasant I was to him the previous day.

The consistency of this little blessing—which is actually a big deal if you understand my need for caffeine—reminds me that God’s mercies are new every morning too (Lamentations 3:22-23). No matter what happened in the world the day before, and no matter how cranky I was, ironically complaining about my life of rich blessing, God offers me new mercy each and every day! Mercy to start over, mercy to choose a new attitude, mercy to walk with Him. And like my coffee wakes me up and energizes my mind to tackle the day, His mercy infuses me with hope and excitement to see what He has in store for me.

What does morning mean to you?

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