“At each and every sunrise you will hear my voice as I prepare my sacrifice of prayer to you. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on the altar and wait for your fire to fall upon my heart.” Psalms 5:3 TPT
I have always been an early morning kinda gal. Even when I was little I would wake up before daylight in time to go with my daddy to milk Bossy, our milk cow. My mom said my motivation was because I didn’t want to miss out on anything. But I loved the one-on-one time with my daddy while my sisters slept.
Out into the brisk darkness of the early morning as I took giant strides into my daddy’s foot prints, I headed to the barn where Bossy waited for her morning ritual. She ate sweet feed while daddy washed her bag with warm water that steamed in the pale, all the way from the kitchen faucet. He did the milking while I just took it all in, morning after morning. Because I chose to rise early… I got to be apart of the daily ritual with my Daddy. It was in the simplicity of the quiet, predawn routine spent together that I connected with my Daddy.For the next couple of weeks we will write on the topic of “when God showed up.” The concept is to share about a time God exceeded our expectations and “showed up” in a huge way.
As I began thinking about all the times God has shown up big in my life, not to mention the times He showed up and I didn’t even realize it, because He loves us that much, I couldn’t decide which time to tell you about.
Like the time as a teenager that I lost my keys at the beach and after we searched for what must have been hours not knowing what else to do, I prayed and God showed me the keys the moment I opened my eyes.
Or that time I was in the back of the ambulance with my sister, lights and sirens blaring on our way to the emergency room and I prayed from a place of desperation. If God didn’t show up the course of our lives would be altered forever. He showed up that day!
And there’s that whole season of chemo when I didn’t have strength to do more than simply rest in His presence – day after day and week after week. He did more than show up. He carried me through.
But hands down my all-time favorite time that God shows up is early every morning. Before the sun comes up I wake to spend time with my ABBA Father…my Daddy. It’s in that time before my day begins to unfold, in the still quietness of the predawn hours that I connect with my God who knows me better than I know myself. It’s in those early, pre-day moments spent quietly in His presence that I receive the strength to face whatever my day will bring.
As I write this, the sun has begun chasing the darkness to the other side of the planet, and this seemingly normal morning might actually turn out to be a sensational day in the making.
In the moments before the day has been written, only God knows what it will be. Today could be an everyday ordinary kind of day. The kind that are consistently sandwiched between the amazingly wonderful days. OR today could be the sort of day that lives in memory forever. It could be the day on which your whole life pivots.
Today you might meet a new friend, a long-lost sister, or who knows? Today could be the day you meet an angel. The Bible tells us we can entertain angels and not even know.
Either way, you owe it to yourself to be ready for today. Because once this best-day-ever happens, you’re going to look back and realize that without God none of it would even have meaning.
When I think back to those early mornings as a child, the good moments represent the cream that floats to the top of the fresh milk. And the painful moments of life are the tiny pieces of trash seined out through the cheese cloth of our father’s love. And in your final days you will look back over the span of your life and think: “God, my life was whole?”
It’s in those early morning, pre-day moments that I draw strength and wisdom from my Heavenly Daddy. It is in those pivotal, yet still and quiet moments before my day begins, when God shows up faithfully, that I have found peace to commit – not my will, but yours.
It‘s the difference between skim and whole.
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Cindy Willingham is a landscape designer, small group leader, avid encourager, and sinner saved by grace who is ten years new to Birmingham, Alabama. Her sweet husband of 38 years, two married children and four grand-kiddos fill her life with unbelievable fun and sweet snuggles. She thinks God is awesome and that the best adventure starts with saying yes to that still, small voice. ~ To read Cindy’s BoP Bio click here.