I sit wrapped in a grey blanket tea in hand, the first sip already banishing the dark and the doubt. I’m just sitting, not thinking or planning or even reading the Bible that sits closed in my lap. Not yet. First the simple call and response. The day dawns and I rejoice in it.
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!
The fire red cardinal we rescued from a kestrel on our back porch sits on the branch outside my window and oh, is he singing! The girls say he sings his gratitude every morning. I think it must be me who is grateful.
Singing bird and flowing fountain call us to rejoice in thee.
It’s still quiet though it is later than usual. A peek into the girls’ room shows me why. They both sit in their beds, blond heads still tousled from dancing dreams. Their little hands turn the pages of their Bible story books and they exclaim over the pages, inviting each other to come and see. This time I am the one singing my gratitude.
Teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine.
And this is why I sit waiting for the grey dawn to soften the white walls or the bright sun to march over the horizon and tiptoe across my bedroom floor. I have need of this space to simply rejoice in the Giver of good gifts, to open and unfold, to sing.
Joyful music leads us Sunward in the triumph song of life.
I’m greeting the day with each new dawn this week.
I’m finding James 1 and resting in the gift of verse 17.
I’m reading fresh and listening new to the old, old hymn --- Joyful Joyful, We Adore Thee.