|Our pets on the porch...the cat is begging for food from hubs.|
My porch is my morning meeting place with My Father.
Each morning, on my porch, I sit still in my white, wicker rocking chair and meditate on the beauty of my back yard: green trees, singing birds, rising sun, and the light breeze waking the trees. He is here. He cares. I praise Him for the beauty of His creation.
Like my prayer mentor, George Mueller, I need to spend time alone with G-d in the morning before I start my day. Like him, I often need the Scriptures in order to “get my soul in a happy state”. Some mornings, I can tell my thoughts are not right because I feel out of sorts – not my usual happy, contented self. Past experience has taught me that He will show me what to do if I am troubled
Following the example of Mr. Mueller, I keep a prayer journal. Getting my thoughts out of my head and on to paper helps me. Sometimes, I whine in my journal. I write it all down in black and white because it’s for His eyes only. Needless to say, over the years I’ve learned my thoughts are not His thoughts. My ways are not His ways.
After journaling, I turn to the Scriptures. I ask G-d to help me through His written Word. Show me the right thought is my daily prayer.
I open the Scriptures to my daily dose of Proverbs, and a verse leaps out! The words speak directly to my immediate need. I tremble in awe of the living G-d…so real…as close to me as my breath. It changes me. It lifts my bad mood. Oh, how it comforts me to know that G-d is near, listening to me, speaking to me.
How thankful I am that, unlike generations before me, I can hold His Words in my hands. His Word is Living Water, quenching my dry soul. It is the Bread of Life, nourishing my hunger.
My time with Him is precious and sweet. I linger as long as I can at His feet, and come away refreshed, renewed, ready to start my day.