This morning my mom called @ 5:30 to let me know that she would not be meeting me at the gym for our normal work out. I was not upset about this at all. Yeah, I could have gotten up and gone by myself. But I decided to sleep in. I woke up at 6:57 and promptly realized that it was going to be a rush around kind of morning. I need to be in the shower by 6:45 to be on time.
I have a touch of the O.C.D. I enjoy accomplishing certain tasks in the morning. My routine usually goes something like this:
*Work out (didn't get this one done. I was ok with that.)
*Come home and have my morning devotional/ prayer time
*Put on makeup
*Go and get Jackson up
*Watch a little tv with him
*Get him dressed/ fed
*Put on some clothes
*Out the door to drop off Jackson with his Grandmama or Nana
Waking up late threw a big fat wrench into my routine. It happens at least once or twice a week and when it does I rush around like a chicken with it's head cut off. I get ill and short with my family. I feel empty because I haven't filled up with Jesus. Or food. So needless to say, grouchiness ensues.
I had finished putting on my make up and rushed through the house to Jackson's room to get him out of bed. I walked in and there my little man was standing in his crib. He had that precious ear to ear smile on his face. This is also a part of my morning routine; walking into the room of a little boy who greets each new day with a smile. I opened his curtains and adjusted the blinds to let some light into the dark room. I picked up my little boy and he was singing something. The theme song to Bob the Builder, I think. As I started to walk out of the room, I noticed that the sun was coming up and you could see it perfectly through his window. I stopped, turned around, and carried Jackson to the window so he and I could take a quick peek at it together.
And God met us there.
We talked about the sun and how God made it and how He commands it to rise every morning. We talked about how beautiful it was. Jackson said that it was "oreeenge". We said thank you Jesus for the sun. We also thanked Jesus for a new day. Quietly in my heart, I thanked God for the Son who washed me of all my sins and hatefulness. And thanked Him for still loving me even when I am harried and have pushed Him off to sleep in a few extra minutes. You see, Jesus wants us all day. Not just in the little time slot I have alloted him at 6:30 in the morning. And He is willing to meet us anytime.
Thank you Jesus for meeting with me today. I don't deserve your presence or your love. But you give it abundantly. I love you.