This is the view from my kitchen table...one of the three different places that I like to sit early in the morning before the rest of the household is awake. Even though the view from my kitchen window is mainly of the road and house across the street, there is still something peaceful to me about being able to look outside when I pray and read. Watching the sun rise is a peaceful and enjoyable feeling to me, usually.....but lately I can barely drag this middle aged booty out of bed in the mornings. I'm not sure why, but the urge to pull the covers over my head is almost irresistable at the present.
However, if I am able to put my feet to the floor and shuffle to the kitchen, I am usually awake by the second sip (or gulp on some mornings) of coffee and once I am actually awake, I enjoy the peace that comes with a quiet morning.
A little music, a little reading, a little journaling, alot of prayer.....and my day seems to go so much better. I'm able to focus on things that I should, on the people that I should...and I'm better able to let certain things "roll off" my shoulders, the things that I DON'T need to focus on.
So although the view from my front window is nothing spectacular or even above average...it still is a window of tranquility, peace and hope for me as I begin the new day. With each sunrise that I get to see, I am reminded of God's faithfulness to me each and every day.
