I awake to angel wings giving me a full embrace.
"Good morning, Jesus," I say automatically, moving my curly hair from my face. I turn on my computer to some worship music
And I splash water once on my face,
And when I come back the worship is nice and hot, ready to go. I close my eyes and hums evaporate in my lips,
I rock back in forth, I am calm calm calm
Until I am shaking a little. The feeling is so different, yet I can't turn it off.
I keep saying, "Thank you Jesus, thank you, thank you," until tears are my morning cleanser for the day
It softens my face, softens my heart, from the crusty state that it was overnight.
Finally I hear my mom calling for us to come down to breakfast
I hear my brothers thumping down the stairs
So I come down from my pink glitter heaven
And the delicious craving I had from worshiping
Remains all day. Aaaaaah, it feels soooo good!
But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble. Psalms 59 16