I’m not really a morning person, but I love early mornings when the world is just waking up and there is peace and quiet. The trees sway in the morning air, the birds sing and there is solitude. The house is silent and my mind is calm.
These are the moments I can relax in this soundless hour with only a distant chirping in the outside daybreak. The bluebirds exit their house for their morning mealtime and the squirrels hang from the bird feeder in a desperate attempt to snatch what they can before they fall.
Nature is so innocent and serene. The exact opposite of the realm I live in.
An angry world with chaos and uncertainty. It is spreading like wildfire. The fear, the despair, the ambiguity. Spiraling out of control without a safety net.
We are all in some of this together, yet it is far from our domain. Is my morning peacefulness just a facade?
Outside of it lies a place of precariousness I cannot comprehend. It is a space I do not want to occupy, one I cannot allow myself to inhabit at the moment.
It is all too much, and I find myself only able to battle with one attack at a time. The thought of any more than that engulfs my mind with anxiety and frustration, sending me to the edge.
Ultimately, my morning peace is taken over by movement and reality sets in. Another day with the same personal battle, but hopeful the waking hour has brought a refreshed start with it.
One step at a time, one foot in front of the other, with the Lord by my side. It is the only way to approach and fight this beast.
This unstoppable beast that has stolen so much of my tranquil mindfulness and so much more.
Eventually, I know the obstacles will bring darkness and surround me. My faith, my prayers, the Lord is my only salvation.
I pray the darkness will not overcome me, and the Lord will grant me a peaceful asylum.
Now may the Lord of peace Himself give you peace always in every way. The Lord be with you all.“2 Thessalonians 3:16