2014 Winter · reflections

Early in the morning

by Christina F.

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Where does your soul find rest? Do you have a particular place in your home to which you regularly retreat for time with the Lord? Do you draw near to Him through music, journaling, or simply by opening His word? Give us a glimpse into your home. Submit a picture and/or story of your own “quiet time corner” to wmt@ecpca.org.

The sun is not quite up, but it will be soon. I wish I could say the same for myself. But I’ve been up for a while now, rising early to get a few essentials (shower, brush my teeth, start breakfast) out of the way before the kids get up.

But early this morning, while the sun is still climbing over the horizon, the kids are already awake. They remain in their rooms, as they’ve been instructed to do, and they are singing softly to themselves. I know this, because from my comfy chair in the hallway, I can hear them quite clearly.

Perhaps they’re not singing that softly after all.

I came here to spend a few quiet moments with the Lord before the rush of the day sets in, and I find myself mildly annoyed that there’s a concert going on in the background. I’d really like it if they would sleep in.

But then that still, small voice in my heart tells me to hush, and to listen.

So I do. And I realize I can learn so much from my children.

Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand. — Proverbs 19:21

I thought God was going to meet me this morning in the pages of his Word, or in prayer. He meets me here, all right, but beckons me out of my comfy chair.

So I stand outside my daughter’s door, listening to see what it is she’s singing that God sees so fit to have me hear this morning.

My heart overflows. She has woken with praise on her lips.

Strains of an old hymn we sing often waft from her room in her tiny little girl voice. The words are slow, deliberate, almost a whisper, and I have to press my ear to the door to hear clearly. The pace and volume increase when she approaches the chorus as she sings from her heart in a voice I’m certain will wake her brothers.

Low in the grave he lay, Jesus my Savior,
Waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose;
with a mighty triumph o’er His foes;
He arose the victor from the dark domain,
and He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose;
with a mighty triumph o’er His foes;
He arose the victor from the dark domain,
and He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

My comfy chair now vacant, my Bible now closed, I walk down the hall and press my ear to the next door. The three-year-old is rehearsing for Sunday School.

Serve Him, serve Him, all ye little children!
God is love! God is love!

In an adjacent room, his older brother is getting louder. He’s singing his favorite song from big church, and as the volume level increases, I realize he is fully aware of my presence outside his door.

The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning
It’s time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes

Bless the Lord, O my soul
O my soul
Worship His holy name
Sing like never before
O my soul
I’ll worship Your holy name.

Perhaps God is showing me what he means when he asks us to have faith like a child. Maybe, just maybe, he wants me to wake with praise on my lips, not a finger on the snooze button. What if early in the morning my song rose to Him, and what if my first thought each day was a simple reminder of the truth of the gospel?

He lives forever with his saints to reign.

God is love.

Bless the Lord, O my soul.

My quiet time may have been cut short, but God did meet with me this morning, and my time was sweeter than I had imagined. Today, at least, I think my attitude will be a little better as I face the daily battles of motherhood and deal with the busyness of life.

And whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me, let me be singing when the evening comes.


We want to see where you take refuge for quiet (or not-so-quiet) times with God. Submit a picture and/or story of your own “quiet time corner” to wmt@ecpca.org.


f_christinaChristina and her husband Justin have been members of ECPC since 2011. A homeschool mom to four young kids ages 1 to 6, her life is an unending cycle of chaos and reorganization (a sanctifying routine that that leaves her perpetually reminded of her need for a Savior). She enjoys reading, writing and overseeing the care and nurture of this blog in her spare time. She’s looking forward to celebrating her tenth wedding anniversary this summer.

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