Every morning, with the exception of a few since December, I’ve started the day with a devotional time. This is not a pat on the back moment at all, trust me! If anything, I realized today that this may very well be a tiny miracle and work of grace upon my heart. I’ve been going through Paul David Tripp’s Daily Devotional, “New Morning Mercies” this year, and honestly I’m a little mystified at how this has happened day after day, this rising and grabbing the bedside book, usually with eyes demanding to stay shut, one eyelid sagging open taking in the words in slow motion. Regardless, it has happened, whether lying down half asleep, or sitting up ready to take on the day.
Today I woke with a sense of gratitude in my heart for the grace to do this. Why do I think it’s grace? Because though I’m a routine girl and typically thrive in a flexible regimen, I have tried this so called routine many, many times and have never been able to stick it. It’s felt like work, it’s felt like striving, and it eventually drops off because my duty not informed by love and empowered by grace always will. Maybe the conditions in my heart are ripe for the habit? I don’t really know. All I know is there was and still is a will and desire to start my day in devotion. There has been an ease, but still a doggedness to keep doing it each morning when the choice presents itself. Out of the habit now flows the feeling of looking forward to meeting with God and taking in those pages greeting me like the sun.
Those pages have been good and often challenging, but what I really love about this devotion time is that it puts me in the right posture before God… dependent. That is the posture I need and want to start my day with. The one that leans into God with, “I’m here, speak”. The one that says, “I bring my requests before you and you hear them.” The one that relies upon and expresses that “His mercies are new every morning, great is His faithfulness.” And this morning I longed to linger in the words upon the page, and in the scripture and prayer time it led me to, but I glanced up at my alarm clock to find the numbers glaring back at me with “duty calls” in their eyes. The time may end, but the abiding doesn’t need to. He is still with me, and I with Him. His grace flowing like a waterfall.
This isn’t just a habit, though Lord-willing it will become that, rather it is a heart posture developing, faith growing, mind renewing, love and truth receiving time to begin the day well. How are you beginning your day? It’s an important question. And believe me, this time doesn’t look perfect and curated like an instagram pic with a rolling cup of coffee in hand. But it is real (often cozy, sometimes with tea), and it is mine with the Lord. I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way then to let my first waking moments be those I give to His Word and to glancing at Him. Let’s look to Him first, friends. Our day’s beginning matters, and no, they don’t have to be “perfect” moments, or always long devotions or study times, but we can all find a moment to look to Him, acknowledge our need for His grace, and posture our hearts to receive what He so willingly and lovingly longs to pour out to us that day. How exciting and humbling is the privilege to know and love the living God! Our hope is in You Lord, and we desire to start our days with your fresh grace! We ask for the willingness. We ask for grace. We need it more than we know.