Monday, January 29, 2018

It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes [and fears] for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.

C.S. Lewis

It’s not yet six in the morning as I write this. I’ve been awake for a couple of productive hours: reading, writing, and listening. God speaks louder—or perhaps I just listen better—in the silence and solitude of early morning.

These are the sweetest hours, the teaching hours, the hours when I am filled. That I have been gifted with this time is not something I take lightly; I know I’m blessed.

So buoyed by Love, I begin a new day. I will miss the mark a time or two or ten, and come to the end of it spent. But grace.

And tomorrow, and for however many tomorrows I have remaining, I will begin again.

Soli Deo gloria.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
4 comments
  1. This is so beautiful!

    1. Thank you, Cathy. Wishing you a blessed day.

  2. The final words…Italian? What does it mean?

    1. Soli Deo gloria is Latin for glory to God alone.

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