A Mary Moment Monday post
When the pup’s pestering me at 5:30 in the morning, I’m sometimes already awake (depending on how late I stayed up reading). I’m pretty okay with stumbling out of bed, making my coffee elixir and savoring the silence of the pre-sunrise.
Fifteen years ago, I’d get up and spend those early hours reading. Sometimes I still do, but there’s a marked difference now.
Now, I begin my days with a rosary.
I’ve tried beginning my day other ways, both intentionally and accidentally. There are seasons (like when I have a sick child or an infant) when all I feel like I can do is wake up and stumble around. There are times when I need extra sleep and I don’t beat the kids up by much, if any.
But I’ve learned (and seem to have to relearn every few years) that how I begin my days makes all the difference. I need to grab my lifeline first thing, to remind myself of my priorities, to know that Mama’s right beside me from the very start.