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It’s dark out there, and my sleepy body longs to remain in the warmth of my bed under the feathery comforter. But I know better.
I rub my heavy eyes and lace my shoes. Double knotted, that’s what works for me. It looks chilly out there in this early summer morning. I grab a long sleeve shirt just in case I would need it.
I gently close the door behind me and venture into the dawn of the day before it can be called dawn. I inhale deeply in the cool morning air.
I know He is waiting for me; this is our meeting place. As I walk through the streets of my neighborhood in the early hours of the day, I welcome Him in the deepest parts of me.
Nothing is off limits. He is comfortable there. So we walk. And we talk. With words, and without words.
He knows all of my secrets. But I delight in telling Him. And He delights in listening.
And then I listen–wisdom enters my being.
The darkness of the night makes way for the dawn of day. My steps are taking me back to the place that I call home. I inhale deeply and notice that my breath is stronger. Invigorated. And I know that my heart bears the imprint of its Maker.
He touched me.
The Lover of my soul has fed me my portion today.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
#172 My new app that lets me walk and walk and walk and still find my car at the end
#171 My early Morning Meetings with God
#170 The Voice of God in my Heart
#169 The crisp morning Air
#168 the quiet Presence of God in the early Morning
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Beautifully said. He is indeed our portion. A supply that will never run out. Thanks for the reminder.
Yes, this is what our Lord wants from us–stillness, attention, devotion. And, as you have seen, He responds so generously….
This is wonderful! I loved taking a walk with you and God this morning.
Beautiful, Barbara! You have beautifully captured the joy and intimacy of those early morning hours alone with God.
Love those quiet places in conversation with Him. I felt every moment with you.
What a beautiful and tranquil essay, Barbara – so intimate, a glimpse of your special relationship with God. Thank you for that.
I began walking [again, after a long stretch of time] just last Monday. Left at a reasonable time in the morning and, even with us hitting 100 degs 4 days last week, I was home before the mid-80s were hitting us. The neat part? It was a worship and praise time, a praying and glorifying time. Nothing interrupting and my brain not being so easily side-tracked. Couldn’t today, b/c I needed to help some of my Bhutanese “families” and it was too hot later. But tomorrow, YES! That’s my new phase. [I used to do prayer walking for quite a long stretch of time, but life switched and a terrible winter a couple years ago got me off the possibility. I'm hoping to be back at it again regularly. Praying to my Lord and praising is one thing; seeing what aspects of a neighborhood need to be prayed over is so important. Love it when He reveals those needs to me.]
Thanks. You just prodded me forward. Again.
Right there with you. Beautiful writing.
Oh, this makes me want to slip out of bed tomorrow and meet the Lord on my path! Gorgeous writing- felt like I was walking with you. I love the way you love Him! Stopping over from playdates today!
thank you so much for encouraging me, Alicia!
Very beautifully written. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us at NOBH. Blessings!
I love early mornings, although it can be hard to crawl out of a warm bed. Reading your post reminds me of all the good things about getting up early.
Thanks for sharing!
This is beautiful! Thanks for the reminder of all the wonderful things that await us as we sent aside time to focus on the Lord!
thanks for stopping by!
Love the wisdom I get from listening. Early morning visits are special.
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so far i was thinking that a prayer is only by kneeling down in a closed room, but u made me to feel different that a prayer is more than that, walking, talking and sharing to our heavenly father everything as we do to our worldly father.
thank u barabara for opening my eyes.
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