Mornings are my favorite. They are my time to have quiet time with God, to read scripture, pray for the day and watch the sunrise. I love the sunrise because it always feels new and it reminds me that everyday something unexpected and exciting can happen.
This morning I woke up after a wonderful night sleep to chilly air (low to mid 50's) pouring through the three open windows in my room. I wrapped myself tighter in my covers and tried to sleep longer, but there was no way God was going to let me miss our time together.
I am so glad I'm not missing the morning. It's feels like autumn. I love autumn. I love the way the air smells and the colors of the landscape. I love bonfires that create a cozy escape from the cold and wearing my favorite sweatshirt. I love fresh apple cider and the aroma of homemade pies in the kitchen. I love curling up in a blanket with a cup of tea and a new book. I love college football. All of these things make me happy.
Then it hit me. God loves it when I am happy. So I started to think what else makes me happy?
- Painting
- Playing the piano
- Reading
- Hugs
- Gardening
- Teaching
- Learning new skills
Then a glaring realization leveled my moment of bliss. Apart from gardening, I am not doing any of the other top six activities that make me happy. WOW. So I scrambled to think of more things that make me happy.
- Camping
- Exercising
- Riding my bike
- Playing with dogs
- Picnicking
- Hosting tea or luncheons
- Cooking
Oh no. No, no, no. This cannot be. I haven't camped once this summer, I've been too busy to cook, I haven't visited the animals shelter in almost a year. Why? Why am I not part-taking in the things God allowed me to love?
…To be continued.
