Sunday morning, a few people from church wanted to have a sunrise breakfast and devotion at the bridge, so me and a few other missionary girls woke up at the crack of dawn to watch the sun rise.
We woke up bright and early, drank some double shot espresso from Starbucks and headed on our way. (In case you were wondering, there is no Starbucks in Palau--a friend hooked me up!)
We got there just as these glorious rays started coming over the Rock Islands. It was amazing how everything went from purple to pink to gold and then blue.
After such a slow and beautiful morning, I realized that too many of my days start in a frenzy. I'm always in a hurry, my eyes are groggy, my stomach is growling, and the days demands already press hard on me at 6:30am with a long list of things to do. I kinda wake up grouchy when I know I have so much to do. Horrible, I know.
But even though I was up at an ungodly hour for a Sunday, it was a GOOD day! I did my report cards, prepped for my sister-in-law and husband who are visiting next week (eek!), took a nap, did laundry, AND watched a movie with the hubby all in one day! I need to say it again. It was a good day.
So I'm challenging myself to do what I can to have slower, more peaceful mornings. Peaceful mornings lead me to more peaceful and productive days, can't say no to that! That might mean I need to wake up a few minutes earlier so I can eat my breakfast sitting at my table rather than eating it in the car, but it will be worth it.
Most importantly, I give God credit for my good day. When I made time to seek Him, and in such a beautiful spot, it made everything else fall into place for the rest of the day. I need to remember to dedicate my mornings to Jesus before my feet hit the floor so that I can have more beautiful days like this.
Heres to more glorious mornings.
Xo, Rach