Father and Me in the Mornings

                                                                           

Mornings at home alone with my Father are the best times of my days.  The sounds of the house and it's system is the only sound I want to hear. I open my door to the back of my house and the birds sing wonderful melodies to me and I sit quietly, focused on the Words of my Master, listening to any pieces of wisdom or counsel, or even reproof that He has for me.  I don't want to miss anything that He has to say, so I linger over each thought and ask Him to reveal to me how I must apply them to my life.

Some listen to music or messages from prophets or pastors.  But, during my quiet mornings I prefer to hear what my Lord has to say, rather than the thoughts of others.  His counsel is all I need.  He knows my deepest needs at the times that I need them.  I can trust that His words are true and righteous, written on my heart especially for me.  He has no hidden agenda, no other vision but to create in me a pure heart that glorifies Him and makes me more like His Son, the Christ, so that I will be ready and duly dressed to be a resident in His kingdom.

Oh, how I love this masterful Creator of my being!  He is my breath, my hope, my peace, my joy, my comforter, my salvation.  He is my everything, and I will give Him praise every day I have breath.

(These words come to me and are written only because The Lord God put them in me. I have no other claim to them.)