The mornings have been coming so quickly. I close my eyes, cheek on pillow, and too soon I hear the sound of little feet running. The morning waiting outside my window, child climbing bed to see if my eyes are open. The time here goes by too quickly. A mist a vapor.
15 minutes at a time. I am going to start there to rise earlier and seek my Lord. "I rise before dawn and cry for help; I wait for Your words." Psalm 119:147