The early morning hours stir my soul to awaken, but my flesh is stronger. I hit that snooze button for the third time.
By the time I wake up, I’ve missed 90 minutes of sacred time with Jesus. Time I can’t get back of soaking in His presence and equipping me for the day ahead.
It’s only that 5-10 minute window of pulling myself out of bed, making my way down the stairs, and preparing the coffee that is really the most challenging. Everything that follows is reward.
But in those moments when my alarm sounds, I convince myself that 90 minutes of broken sleep is better.
He’s not mad or disappointed. But He missed out, too.
The wrestling between my flesh and spirit is very real. So is the battle between the lies of the Enemy and the truth of God’s Word.
Satan tries to derail me, but God allows me to redeem the time.
What’s the big deal if I sleep in?
I miss out on those sacred morning hours with Jesus. Time that is precious for intimacy with Him.
For me, spending time with Jesus is not about duty but true delight.
When you grasp His love for you, the lens by which you view your relationship with God changes from law to love; from have to, to get to.
Savoring Him,
Christin
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