I really think that mornings should not begin until 9:00. There is just something so inviting about fluffy pillows and cuddly blankets that inhibit me from springing to my feet with enthusiasm as the bellowing beeps of my alarm clock cry out, “Rise and shine!” Unfortunately, this “anti-morning-disorder” has passed down to my three year old son. He whimpers, grunts, and tries to avoid the inevitable wake-up routine just like mommy. I’ve learned that our mornings are less grueling if I allow him a few minutes in my arms… a moment to acclimate himself to the glow of sunbeams and the melodies of happy morning birds… YUCK!!! (I told you I’m not a morning person.)
During this time together, we have developed a consistent script of conversation. I’ll ask him, “Are you ready to wake up now?” Without hesitation, he responds, “I just want to love you for a little bit.” My heart soars. Although I know those words are coming, I anticipate them every time. There is something so tender and genuine when his tiny voice speaks that phrase to me. Needless to say, I comply, and I spend the next few moments showering him with affection… encouraging him… loving him back.
Our morning routine has painted a beautiful picture of what Christ wants from me. Before I am overwhelmed with the tasks and demands of the day… before crisis comes… before I’m distracted, He really just wants me to climb into His arms and whisper, “I just want to love you for a little bit.” This is worship. This is real. This is what matters. This is what will sustain me throughout the day. I often justify my disregard for “moments in his arms” with the reality of all the details and responsibilities that the day ahead holds. There just seems to be too little time… too much on my plate. During those moments, I resemble Martha and not Mary…
Luke 10:38-42 (The Message)
38-40As they continued their travel, Jesus entered a village. A woman by the name of Martha welcomed him and made him feel quite at home. She had a sister, Mary, who sat before the Master, hanging on every word he said. But Martha was pulled away by all she had to do in the kitchen. Later, she stepped in, interrupting them. “Master, don’t you care that my sister has abandoned the kitchen to me? Tell her to lend me a hand.”
41-42The Master said, “Martha, dear Martha, you’re fussing far too much and getting yourself worked up over nothing. One thing only is essential, and Mary has chosen it-it’s the main course, and won’t be taken from her.”
Could it be that “loving Him for a little bit” each morning would shift my focus for that day? Would some time in His arms strengthen me to endure the challenges that are ahead? If nothing else, wouldn’t it be a sweet memory to reflect on when difficulties arise that try to steal my joy? I think that it’s worth it. I think it brings Him joy. I know it brings me peace. When I curl up in the lap of my Father… for just a little bit… He is going to shower me with affection… encourage me…love me back.
