I have to confess that my earliest thoughts each morning are not cheery. It’s not that I don’t sleep well, but more that I don’t wake up well. Aching shoulders, a pounding headache, feeling too warm and so uncomfortable that I have no recourse except to get up and look for distraction. I’m hoping it’s a reasonable time to start the day. It’s 5:30 am.
This is the way it is most days, but not every day. I find my distraction in the search for my glasses, the first cup of coffee, the mental chore of figuring out what day it is and remembering what I have to do. I used to have to be out the door by 6:30 but made the change to a kinder schedule. Now I seldom have to be anywhere before 8 and I am thankful for peaceful mornings. I can watch the light of day as it grows over the oneacrewoods and hope that a few moments of peace will result in a more comfortable me. It usually does. (Today I also took an Excedrin, that helped too.)
I realize that there are things that give me direction and energy. I love thinking about the work of the day – the things I feel God has given me to attend to – and as I lay it out I examine each thing to see if I can figure out why. It takes a lot of frustration out of my day to believe that this list comes from my “real boss” and he has the knowledge to add to or subtract from the list without explaining his reasons to me. It’s interesting that the older I get and the more experience I have with his direction, the easier it is for me to see those reasons being worked out. When there is a sudden change of plan, even something that looks like an inconvenience (think traffic jam, troublesome phone call, toilet overflow, etc…) I get a little excited and start looking for the opportunity in it. If I was the one in charge, those things would be purposeless, aggravating, and discouraging. But with my adventurous, all-knowing manager, everything has significance and can be part of something awesome. I love being part of his team.
I do the things I know I should do. I get dressed and try not to look scary. I eat breakfast. I pack my bag and get out the door with words of encouragement running through my mind, “trust me, and don’t insist on having to understand. No matter what happens, remember me and I will direct you through it.” (Proverbs 3:5, 6) And one of my most positive morning thoughts is that even though I am getting older, slower, weaker, less able in many ways, none of those things are going to get me fired or laid off from my real job. Job security. Once again, I’m just sayin’…