Rejoice in the Morning

Both my mother and I are morning people; it’s the circadian rhythm in our DNA. Often when I’m caring for her in my home, we wander into the living room around the same predawn hour.

“Let me get us mugs of hot coffee, then we’ll go sit on the front porch and wait for God to join us,” I said.

Mom nodded in agreement and pushed her walker toward the door. Since she was unable to speak due to a stroke, we looked for ways to share without words.

As we sat in the quiet of the darkness, God gently nudged his creation awake with soft light from ribbons of pastel color on the horizon. Nature stretched and yawned with the first chirps from the myriad of birds in the trees around our house. Soon a rooster crowed, dogs barked and cows mooed in the distance. Warmth radiated from the sky as the colors changed from peach and lavender to yellows and oranges warming our hearts. We knew God was saying “Good morning, daughters.” We smiled at each other as we breathed in the peace of his presence ready to face another day.