I love it when I wake up with a song.

Don’t get me wrong, I do not wake up singing. There’s a definite difference.

I’m not a good waker-upper, never have been. At breakfast this morning Keck said, “I guess you’re not talking yet.” I think I looked at him and shook my head and kept eating.

I struggle to be grateful for mornings. Lately, it’s been overcast and cloudy and gloomy. I’ve wished almost every morning I could crawl back under comfy covers and sleep the day away.

We’re still in the 40 day period that leads up to pentecost. I’ve been fascinated by the idea of of this period of time when the early church was together. Waiting on the promise of Jesus.

In John, Jesus says, “I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate to be with you forever–the Spirit of truth.” He further said, that the world would not accept this Advocate because they would not know him. “But,” Jesus said, “you know him, because he resides with you and will be in you.” (John 14:16-17)

I think God may give me songs because I am such a lousy morning person. These songs give me hope and keep me going. Especially when they invite Holy Spirit to come and fill the space. ❤