Carve
out space at the start of your day to spend with God.
When you’re grieving the loss of a spouse, a career, your identity, the future as you once knew it – this is an essential addition to your daily routine.
My old life doesn’t exist anymore.
I’m home now,
no longer rushing to get everyone out of the house and off to work like I used
to. My husband died. I am unemployed. I am a single parent of three children.
When I was busy, I dreamed of slow mornings with a cup of coffee.
What does one
do to get through a confusing slog of meaningless days following a huge life
transition that wasn’t asked for?
Start
your mornings with God.
I have a
journal and coloring version of The Message Bible. After my husband died, I
began to pull it out every morning and read something, or color something, or
both.
I sit with
it. Drink coffee. Look out the window at the sunrise.
It grounds me
in the morning and is a beautiful thing for my kids to see when they come out
of their bedrooms.
They know
this last year has been hard. They see how many days I cry, but they also see
how many mornings I sit in the quiet with my Bible.
As color
spreads through the pages of my Bible, the words I read fill my heart with
hope.
Jesus quietly
reminds me I’m not forgotten. Asks me to trust Him.
Slowly.
Steadily. Every morning.