I never have been, even with eight full hours of sleep and two or three (or seven) cups of coffee. I didn't realize how grumpy I was until I got married and, as it tends to happen, I was asked to share space with a person I vowed to love, honor, and obey...all the time.
Even in the morning.
This did not go well at first, even when my thoughtful and loving husband suggested morning Bible study over cups of coffee. As we paged through chapters of Matthew or Isaiah, I would nod at his reflective commentary and rub my eyes, trying to pay attention but wanting desperately to go back to bed.
In the last six months I've cut back to a single cup of tea in the morning (instead of a pot of coffee) and tried quite earnestly to be more cheerful in the hour or so I get to spend with John before he leaves for work. This isn't always the case, of course, but I realize as we begin this journey through seminary that these moments are precious and fleeting. We won't always have an hour to ourselves in the morning to study God's word - there will be early hours at work or pre-class meetings at seminary or children (someday) climbing up into the bed to say hello.
I need to cherish the morning hours that God has given us, because in those hours I can sit, with a cup of tea, and reflect on His goodness. If I can do that more often, I think this whole "morning" thing might be a little less difficult."Let me hear Your loving kindness in the morning; For I trust in You; Teach me the way in which I should walk; For to You I lift up my soul." Psalm 143:8
-Kelly
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