Morning Prayer Song

Morning Prayer Song

I love a quiet morning routine, especially one that begins around 10 a.m. or 11 a.m…ahhh my perfect world! College classes that start at 10 a.m., yes please sign me up for those. Hear ye, hear ye, Robert and I were married at 8 p.m. so I could sleep in on the big day…ok that wasn’t the real reason, but it certainly didn’t hurt my feelings. Best Christmas present ever? No one woke me up nor fussed about my belated ‘arrival’ on Christmas Day!
 
Few things give me more joy than going to sleep without setting an alarm clock; the pure bliss of knowing I can wake up whenever I wake up and all will be good with the world as I roll out of bed and quietly start my day without a worry for what time of day the clock says it is, is so incredibly satisfying to my psyche. Need “proof?” Ask my mom or husband or kids…
 
But the reality of my life is that I need to be up and moving, generally somewhat coherently too, before 6 a.m. most days…so I use an alarm clock and thankfully it gets me up and where I need to be.
 
I am grateful to have an alarm that softly chimes a gentle tune. Each morning I turn it off very quickly, then snuggle back into my warm cocoon of covers to enjoy everything about this quiet moment, and sing-song this phrase “Good morning God, this is Your day, i am your child, show me Your way” in my head. (Yes, the lowercase ‘i’ is intentional, for me it serves as a reminder that I am the little one in this situation.) Then my feet hit the floor and I start my day. 
 
It’s amazing how frequently this ditty will return to my thoughts throughout the day and bring a smile to my face, especially when I’m starting to get cranky. I’m still not good at conversation or thought processing until mid-morning at best, but I don’t dislike mornings or alarm clocks nearly as much as I used to. 
 
Thank you to the beautiful, wise, gracious, co-worker, mentor, lady friend who shared this peaceful perspective…starting the day off with a prayer-song to God, makes for a much happier human being…me! –By Lisa Baker