Early

When I had young children and I had to get out of bed early (see story on Late) I would often just enjoy the peace and quiet that surrounded me. It was often the only time that I would have to myself. With up to six children in the house at one time there was never any real peace during the day, even if I could get them to have a rest.

After they had gone to bed there was always a mountain of chores that needed doing and if I bailed out of doing them my brain was too busy sorting through the chaos of the day to be peaceful. Even now if I wake early I just like to lay in bed and enjoy the early morning noises. Now, that we are living on the farm there are very few mornings when there are no sounds to hear. If it’s not the chooks cackling or the dogs barking there will be some bird or other telling me that it’s time I was up.

I enjoy this time, just listening and talking to God. I talk about all sorts of things, from what I might write, dreams I have had during the night, fantasies I could easily desire, my children and their problems and my own disappointments.

The bible tells us that Jesus made a habit of rising early and going somewhere quiet to pray and talk to His father in Heaven. “In the early morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house, and went away to a secluded place, and was praying there.” Mark 1:35. It really is a great time to talk and be with the Lord alone even if I am still in bed.

Then there is also that cuppa that my husband usually brings me. I always enjoy that.