There’s something about the quiet stillness of just-before-dawn that, more and more frequently, drags me out of bed (even if I haven’t slept nearly enough) and pulls me to thoughtful prayer in the presence of a slowly lightening eastern sky. I don’t know much about living with peace, but the peace that flows from pacing and sitting with a hot mug of tea, a journal full of thanks, and a few Words that teach? Whether that day comes after a week full of funky, slightly-off moods or after an evening full of sorrow, that peace? the one that comes when I sit still and watch the stillness yawn into movement — that peace is just a small taste of the good news of peace we’re promised.
It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
to sing praises to your name, O Most High;
to declare your steadfast love in the morning,
and your faithfulness by night.