30 days ago, I never would have expected that I could hardly function without my morning routine of a short devotional, prayer, and journaling. This morning, between keeping the kids quiet so they wouldn't wake my sister (she and her two cats are spending the week with us), taking a shower, feeding them, and trying to get out of the door by 8:15am I ran out of time. I think it had something to do with the fact that my wonderful daughter woke me up at 6:00am, my alarm wasn't scheduled to go off until 6:30am, and I hadn't slept well due to a late night phone call (12:30am), and a late night text (1:15am).
All day to day, I felt "off" and knew that it was because I hadn't started my day out right. Moriah and I did sing along to a couple of songs on the radio, but it just wasn't the same as my 1:1 time with God. Even when Moriah does wake me up early in the morning, she has gotten used to me sending her away until I'm done with my "devos".
So let this be a lesson to me - there is nothing, NOTHING, that can or should come between me and my morning quiet time with God.
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