Awake.

I love the morning hours.

Running with a prayerful friend,

thanking God for what we have,

lifting concerns and worries up,

and then letting go.

Making sticky heart waffles,

just because,

and then sharing with sleepy friends.

Coffee with homemade creamer.

An open window.

Sunny breeze.

Gentle reminders of surrender, steadfast love:

I remember the days of old;

I meditate on all that you have done;

I ponder the work of your hands.

I stretch out my hands to you;

my soul thirsts for you like a parched land.

Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love,

for in you I trust.

Make me know the way I should go,

for to you I lift up my soul.

Psalm 143: 5,6 & 8

I am awake, and I am still with you.