Well, I’m on my third day!
If I can consistently maintain a routine of early morning walking in THIS weather, I should be able to maintain it through anything.
And let me tell you, it hasn’t been easy.
We are currently located in a tiny town that is captured between two lakes, and can’t escape the wild gusts that whip through her streets.
In the early morning, though,they are particularly biting.
It’s late autumn and we have yet to see our first snowfall. Black clouds hover, icy winds chill, but still no snow.
I suppose snow would be preferable – would cause the dark clouds to move on, warming things up a bit.
Sparkling white would certainly outdo the drabby grey.
Nevertheless, alarm buzzes at 6:30, feet plop onto floor almost immediately. No delaying this important matter of establishing routine long lost.
Through slit eyes tea is brewed and I sit on the couch. No one else I’d rather be with in the early morning hours. I love being with my husband, but not at this time. This time is reserved for the Great Comforter. It warms my heart, and I bow to say “Hello.” “Hello Jesus.”
And on this particular morning, I departed from my regular chapters and felt the urge to recite Psalms 23 over and over. Until I get it. Until it settles into my Spirit like it so easily did as a child. So much easier to believe as a child. So much easier without all the voices and the awareness of all potential danger.
Nevertheless, I held the Book on my lap and read from her script,The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul;. He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His names sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me, Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou dost prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. Thou has anointed my head with oil. My cup overflows. Surely goodness and loving kindness will follow me all the days of my life. And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen
And it is quiet. And it brings clarity. Letting go of chains that tangle, and peering into the face of reality (there it is!) & perspective (thank you!) It’s good to come home, where boughs hang over this country lane and birds sing their pleasant morning songs. Good to see you Jesus.
Later, I don a t-shirt, a long sleeved shirt, a sweat shirt, a hoodie, and finally a coat. I wrap a scarf, cap ears with toque, pull on fingered gloves, and tie up running shoes (soon it will be winter boots). Then I embrace the elements as I journey 30 minutes in this little town.
Sure, it’s a little hard at first; Establishing this morning prayer and Bible time, followed by an early morning walk. It’s a sacrifice, but anything worth keeping is worth doing well. And I’d like to keep this. I know it is going to change my life. It already has.
So, I’ll keep you posted from time to time on how my early mornings are going and what He speaks into me.
Time to go make breakfast.