In the Morning When I Rise

“In the morning when I rise

In the morning when I rise

In the morning when I rise  

Give me Jesus”

I was introduced to this song at Camp Caroline last summer.  We sang it each day at Morning Watch, a time for devotion and silent reflection.  It was easy to pray our way into another day, overlooking the lake in North Carolina, seeing dolphins sometimes. 

Yet, I confess that I do not often wake with my mind, “Stayed on Jesus.” 

I get up when the girl does, after a good night’s sleep or restless one.  I reach for coffee I hope I prepared the night before.  I try to coax my daughter into eating something besides chocolate.  And so the day begins, but I do not always ask for Jesus. 

However, on this Holy Saturday, I am singing this song.  Grateful for the sunshine, the energy to get up and go, knowing that tomorrow, He is Risen!

This Lenten writing journey has been a grand experience, even when my discipline to share something everyday was unsuccessful.  But I did not fail.  There is no failure when dark of night is transformed into the Light of day.  And when morning comes, I can sing . . .

Thankful to be #ShapedByGod