Becoming a mmorning person throughhh mournning
I am not naturally a morning person.
The bed calls me to sleep, to linger more than the sun to rise.
But I have often found myself as a mourning person. Mourning seems to be an occupational hazard of love, of deeply caring, of having a sensitive heart.
If new mercy greets me in the morning. Can JOY be found in the mourning?
Can mercy and JOY meet so that glory dawns on me as I ARISE and SHINE as the perpetual morning of the new day?
Maybe finding JOY in the mourning can help me mercifully become a morning person.