Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put
my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.
I’m a morning person – always have been. Even as a child one of my
favorite pastimes was listening to my parents’ morning routine. At
5a.m. their alarm would sound and, like clockwork, Mom was up,
dressed, and in the kitchen preparing coffee and packing Dad’s lunch.
Dad stayed in the bedroom a little longer, dressing, making the bed,
and putting on his heavy work boots. I’d doze on and off until I’d
finally hear it -- the slight scraping of the chairs on the kitchen’s linoleum
floor. They were sitting down to share a steaming cup of coffee
and a few minutes of conversation before Dad’s ride to work arrived.
Fully awake, I’d pull my covers to my chin and lay perfectly still,
straining to hear what they were saying. Maybe I’d hear them talk
about us, me or my brother or one of my sisters. Maybe they’d relive
something humorous or clever or mischievous we’d done. But, not
wanting to wake us, they spoke in soft voices. So, most of the time, I
had to settle for snippets of their thoughts and the tender tones and
inviting inflections of their voices. Laughter was always a plus, causing
me to drift off into my own imagination about what we’d done to
make them laugh. And although I never clearly heard their words, no
matter how still I lay or strained to listen, their love and concern for
us came through to me loud and clear, even in their whispers.
Heavenly Father, every morning this Lenten season, may I learn to be
still and to pray and to listen closely to your whispered word. “…
Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.” Amen.