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
#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