All last year I bemoaned the fact that even before my feet hit the floor in the morning, the work began. I don’t mind the work or the little ones making it for me, I just wanted a bit of quiet before the launch into coffee, breakfast, chores, diapers….you know.
Last August I swore I would rise before everyone, say my prayers quietly and enjoy the time. I did for a few weeks then I realized….the work would follow me! If I woke up surely one or all would join me! I decided I might as well sleep in.
That worked. But the desire for a peace-filled beginning, a silent start haunted me.
My answer….a walk. And so my alarm sounded earlier today and I strapped in the one who inevitably awoke and off we went.
It was Anna and the birds and me, greeting the sun as it peeked over the hills.
I prayed my morning rule while she munched on something. We soaked it all in and we were filled.
Hopefully I can keep the new habit. Three mornings a week seems sustainable.