My Kitchen in the Morning

I love my kitchen in the morning at this time of year.

It’s dark when I pad from our bedroom to the kitchen to make the first cup of coffee. The only light comes from the AeroGarden that comes on automatically at around 4:30 am.

It’s warmer in here than in the bedroom where the window has been cracked open through the night. Outside it’s still inky black. In here it’s just cozy.

It’s silent as I take a cup from the cupboard, tilt it so the pre-filled My K-cup falls into my hand, and pop it in the Keurig. I fill a glass with soy milk, put it in the microwave, and offer prayer as I wait for it to heat.

The Christmas/Thanksgiving cactus is in all her pink glory. I lift the pot and take a closer look at the beautiful flowers—the first delight of the day.

I combine warm soy milk with coffee and take a first frothy sip. Perfect. A last look around at the predictable order, then I return to the bedroom where my husband and Yorkie still sleep.

I reach for my tablet and tap out a few good words.

Day begins.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. This sounds like the Linda whose writing I know and love. Feeling better, yes? Praying it’s so.

    1. Oh, Sherrey, your words bless me so much. Yes, my dear friend, I am feeling better.

  2. That’s an early start … Glad that there are little blessings to cheer you and nourish your spirit.

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