The alarm
rings for the umpteenth time… this time instead of pressing the snooze button I
lazily drag myself out of bed, albeit mumbled protesting. I sit up in bed and
take time to remind myself why I am getting out of bed to begin with.
It takes
a while for my sleepy head to validate the reason, but I finally cave in to my
better judgment and with a kick on my bedding I get up.
So I’m
guessing you are curious why I was waking up, I’ll tell you, I was waking up to
pray.
I say
that with a smile on my face but not a self-righteous attitude, because I woke
up to pray for my own reasons… I’ll tell which:
Ø
I woke
up to chat with a dear friend. A dad like no other, a worthy partner in
everything.
Ø
I woke
up to gain power to face the day. Prayerlessness is powerlessness, and having fought
the fight one to many times without power one gets to understand what I mean
that we need power each new day.
Ø
I woke
up cause I had an ear to listen to me as I rumbled off about my problems and
someone who could offer a perfect solution to a totally messed up situation.
Ø
I woke
up to claim the blessings and good fortune for the day and all my life from the
Maker of it all.
Ø
I woke
up to appreciate my Benefactor for His amazing generosity even though I know
for a fact I don’t deserve it.
Ø
I woke
up to sing Love songs to my amazing Lover and to hear Him tell me He loves me
too.
Ø
I woke
up to drink of the fountain of Love.
Ø
I woke
up to strengthen the cords of Love and Faith that hold everything in my life
together.
If u
ask me, that was a morning well spent, and I look forward to the same tomorrow
and the day afterwards, care to join me? J
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