There are some Sunday mornings when I wake at 9 o’clock and rush to get ready for church. A harried shower, clothes thrown on, lipstick on the way to church. But then there are these mornings.
When I wake early, and have time to curl up on my loveseat in the living room. The morning sunlight is streaming in through the windows, Nicole Nordeman is singing, a stack of books is beside me, and I have time to think.
Time to think, to ponder, to wish, to hope, and to crave a cup of coffee. I wish that just a bit of time could heal my soul right now. I wish change didn’t take so much time.
I have such a hunger to be in the Lord’s house this morning. An ache to feel the presence of the Lord.