I think that I have always been a morning girl.
my body wakes up long before my mind, and I lay in my bed watching the sun get just a little brighter every minute. I don’t close my blinds all the way at night because this is not worth missing.
I open the shades of my living room and snuggle deep into the pillows on my couch. the view on the other side of my shades is nothing to write home about, but the light is. coffee warms me as the light holds me.
the morning is new, it is fresh. it does not hold all of yesterday’s mistakes. it does not beg for attention. it comes with meekness, shyly, stirring me awake and desiring I dwell. the morning speaks quietly and softly and gently.
I like to think that the Lord is anxiously waiting for us to wake up, like a child on Christmas. He knows what the day holds, and He is excited. He has made the day, and He gets to be a part of the story of it all. it is tender, it is sweet.
it is spiritual. it is ritual. and yet, it is so new, so unique, each time.
this morning is a big morning. it seems that the even the sky got the hint – 2016 was a doozy. this morning is overcast and a little more grey.
2016 was a year of firsts – first time graduating with a college degree, first time signing a lease and paying rent and moving in on my own, first time in a big girl job, first time having my own little puppy. it held the first time caring about a presidential election, the first time having my heart broken during the summer days over social injustices, the first time begging the Lord to come quick. it held the first time doing Thanksgiving and Christmas elsewhere, the first time I experienced a different community than that of the last ten years or so, the first time I really felt the consequences of sin and the gifts of grace.
my word for 2016 was “enough” and yet, in all the little things, I have felt less than. this year was hard, it was hard something deep.
but as the morning comes, a new year dawns and this newness feels better. it feels really good.
see, I am a morning gal, but some nights, this night, holds a new sort of treasure that I would never miss. we get to ask new, we get to see new, we get to live new. there is a new song.
my word for 2017 is “seek”. seeking to see the Lord in all the little things – in job interviews, in potential moves, in friendships, in ministry, in however this all shakes out. I dream of seeking the Lord and knowing that He is the keeper of my story.
seek is about finding Him in the moments. it is giving back to the Giver. it is saying “yes and amen” more than I rely on my options and choices and outcomes. it is finding truth and clinging to the God that says trust Me.
“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened. Or which one of you, if his son asks him for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a serpent? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him!” Matthew 7:7-11
here’s to you, 2017. here’s to the unknowns you hold and yet, the promises already there. here’s to the presence of a good, good Father in all the little things. here’s to pure and selfless and favor. here’s to the seeking that this heart will do. here’s to the King who gives good gifts.