Thursday, January 14, 2016
Early morning when the sun is just starting to poke its glorious head up from above the horizon ~ this is the time I love best. I wake to the sound and the glorious (oh so glorious, most glorious) smell of coffee dripping. Quiet time is spent in the Word, sometimes before Brad leaves, sometimes after. These mornings, it's the copying of the book of Luke into an old fifteen-cent tablet. (It's been wonderfully simple and just what I need right now.)
The kids start to rise. Lily is almost always first. She eats and drinks her hot tea. Ian saunters out eventually for breakfast. My chores have been quietly and restfully started; only the easier ones, nothing loud or too taxing.
We like to start our mornings out slow. It's a most blessed advantage as a homeschooling family. Most days we have no need to rush around (but I am most impressed with mothers who do send their children off to school each morning and then head to work themselves; oh what a task it is to get everyone and their things out the door on time!)
Coffee. Tea. Breakfast. The Word of God. Quiet reading. Warm candles lit. Maybe some knitting or other crafting tucked in there. Lately, I've been hearing the strumming of the guitar as Ian has found the morning time to be his most focused time to practice his lesson. Once breakfast is done, the kids head out to do the morning farm chores while I stay in and clean up the kitchen and mentally check the plan for the day.
Morning is definitely a favorite of mine. I love its newness. I love the quietness. I love the clean slate, the opportunity to start new and refreshed. And I most definitely love that first cup of coffee!