Over time, my husband has learned that I rev up slowly. Eyes open, body moving does not mean I am awake.
My son has not learned this. He knows. I know he knows. He greets me each and every morning. Still, he bounds into my room or downstairs if I happen to be up before him with energy and enthusiasm. He peppers me with questions or shares his dreams and thoughts.
This morning as I was trying to get my eyelids to work, he climbed into my bed and posed this question to me,
"Momma, if there was an earthquake, and you couldn't hide under a chair, would you try to get under your bed?"
~~ 'What? wait. Tornado? No. He said earthquake. How? Wait. Could I have time to seek shelter for an earthquake?' ~~
"No. I guess no one would do that because the bed might fall on you as you fall through the roof."
He smiled triumphantly because he has figured out an appropriate answer. Still slightly confused, I offer a half smile at him. I love this precious man-child.
An hour and a half later, none of his siblings are awake. A cup of coffee and few morning stretches have warmed me to the day.
This morning, I am awake - alive - and thankful.
I read this verse yesterday that spurred my desire to be more active in pursuit of knowing God.
Romans 6:11 "In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus."
I woke up slowly, with the knowledge of his grace slowly dawning on me. I am aware of God's presence. I am aware that I can both rest in him and seek him today. That is what I intend to do.
Lamentations 3: 24-25 I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him;
This is my Thursday Thanks Tank.