It's early morning in Cambridge. Light is beginning to creep into the living room where I sit, coffee beside me and Bible on my lap.
Outside the window, spring hesitantly makes herself known. Like a small child performing, she is first shy but with each passing moment she becomes more confident, finally bursting out with the song of buds and flowers.
Early morning is my lifeline, my connection to God so I might better connect to humans. There are days when I don't even open the Bible. The fact that it sits there, strength of my strength, is enough on some days. Other days I read with intensity, still others I read absent mindedly, my mind and heart elsewhere.
As a parent, there are times when all I want is to be with my kids. It doesn't matter if we are communicating deeply- being with them is enough. It's this I think about as I sit alone, unspoken prayers in my heart. God doesn't need my frantic desire to do things 'right'. He knows my heart, knows every waking breath that I take. Perhaps, like with my children, my presence is what he desires. " You have shown me, O Man, what is good, but what does the Lord require of you? To do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God." How can I learn to do justly, love mercy, and walk humbly unless I soak in the presence of the God who chose to come show us what that means?
So I sit, completely at peace with God and the world, knowing that though this quiet is momentary, his mercy and love endure forever.
My coffee finished, I sigh and leave my spot, ready to face the day.