Some mornings I toy with not saying my prayers first (after feeding and walking the dogs). A cup of coffee, breakfast, the newspaper, the morning's news all beckon. Today I resisted their sqawks and squeals, opening my books and calling upon God.
Why do I forget so easily that I most need God first thing in the morning? More than the brown liquid that wakes me, the cereal that fuels me, or the latest faux pax that titillates, for through the Scriptures read, prayers said, and reflections that develop God gives me the insight, the guidance and the comfort that will best fuel my day.
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