“Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.”

~C.H. Spurgeon

In my current season, I often find myself struggling in the mornings.

Usually, before I even open my eyes, I consider all that my day has before me--the appointments, the piles of laundry, the music lesson to rush to rush him to, the fact that somehow, magically, it is Trash Day yet again and no amount of sprinkled fairy dust will collect all of the wastebaskets that are in the various rooms of the house.

I'll have to do that. Again.

Before I am fully conscious, I pray and plead with the Lord for strength, for encouragement.

Does He see me? Does He see that I am tired...that my thoughts go to my husband. If he were here, he would have already taken out the trash.

And not the morning of.

I should have thanked him more.

"Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
    that we may rejoice and be glad all our days." Psalm 90:14 ESV

I encourage my soul with rememberings of the Psalms. I find that I have to recite them over and over to myself to just get out of bed in the mornings.

My morning routine has been the same for years and years. I get up long before the house usually wakes. It is the quietest time for my heart and I write and pray. 

I light my beeswax candle and pull out my journal--one of many--that holds my prayers, my lectures, my apologies to the Lord. That little book holds every joy and ache of my heart

I write.

 "Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
    that we may rejoice and be glad all our days." 

I find rest in my words, a release that allows me to breathe and to remember that He does indeed hear me.

That He does indeed see me.

The words on the page become worship. The worship becomes healing.

The healing becomes hope.

Today is a running day. I've got to get my run in before my son wakes up. 

I find it so hard to leave the words on the pages I've written. The clock reminds me that it's time to lace up my running shoes. 

Oh, and I hear the garbage truck coming down the lane.

I'm grateful for the hope for just today.