I used to be a morning person. Arise with the rooster. Get the day started. Now, I’m a hit-the-snooze-one-more-time person. I can’t claim to be a night person because by 10 pm, my body is ready for bed.

This morning my alarm went off at 5:30, but I didn’t crawl from my comfy cocoon for another fifteen minutes. Usually my alarm is set for 6:00, but I’m trying to discipline my body to wake up earlier in order to sneak in extra writing time. That plan still needs some work.

After showering and getting ready for work, I opened the front door as dawn stretched across the sky. A couple of cars passed. A woman jogged by my house. I could set my watch by her impeccable timing. Seeing her this morning sparked the idea of a new character. A man rode his bike down the street. Few lights were lit in neighboring houses. Birds twittered to one another on the tree branches next to my house. Dew drops rest on the flower petals in my gardens.

Ahh, the sights and sounds of morning.

Even though I don’t like getting up so early, I truly appreciate our Creator during these quiet moments of reflection. I’m completely amazed by the detail in the smallest flower, the rhythm of butterfly wings, precision of snowflakes….amazing. Only God could create such beauty.

Right now I hear the sound of the dishwasher running, The Wiggles singing about dancing on the moon, more traffic, and the crying of a child. We get so caught up in our daily routines that we forget to pause and rejoice in the smallest details. It’s worth setting the alarm for 5:30 and dragging myself out of bed to take a few moments to appreciate the wondrous works God has done.