Early in the morning, when the house is quiet, He is there, waiting. When I’m able to drag my sleepy self out from under the blankets and stop worshipping my bed pillow for a few moments; He makes it worth my while.
It’s the quiet that amplifies His voice and enlarges His mercies. Precious are the moments when I can believe that all the promises of God are yes and amen in Christ Jesus. Before the noise, before the confusion, before the stress, before the anxious disquietude of life begins anew, I look up. O LORD, in the morning my prayers are unhurried and in no danger of being drowned out by the clamor and commotion of life. There is time enough for my expectant heart to sense the sweet bloom and fragrance of truth and hope.
For it is there, hidden and safe between darkness and light that my Lord whispers to me, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” I hear Him, and my response is praise.
By His Grace and for the Gospel,
Terrie van Baarsel