Another Day
Another Day
“You gotta wake up for something.” I remember telling my oldest daughter that. As she lay in her bed, I asked her what that
was. Being a swimmer, I don’t think she
said, “Morning practice.”
What gets us out of bed in the morning? Seriously, does Depression meet us when we
open our eyes? Do the pains and aches of
a poor night’s sleep hold us back under the covers? How about the chill of the bedroom air and a
cold floor? The first hurdle is the biggest.
Something has to buzz through our
heads. Thought coupled with the heart
drive must throw our bodies out of the reclined state. Another day…ugh!
What got Jesus up in the morning? Caviar and crumpets didn’t make His breakfast
plate. One of the Mary’s doubtfully sang
to Him a wake-up song. “Jesus, oh Jesus,
time to wake for dawn is nigh. Jesus, oh
Jesus, time to rise and shine…” No.
He had to wake up for something like the
rest of us. He knew a hard night’s sleep. Grumpy sat on the edge of His bed while Irritation
threw gravel on His floor. “Another day,
oh God? Another day.”
Jesus was a man primarily. His flesh He did not deny. As God, He voluntarily took upon weakness when He lowered Himself here. Now able to be
tempted, He walked in dependence showing His disciples true strength.
If ever you thought morning feelings were
unique to you, know that Jesus ran the gamut without grumbling or complaining. Even when death met His morning tea, Jesus
saw light and gave others hope.
Please Lord, let me rise today and grace
others as You did. Please let this
morning’s wake up tell others they are special to You. Thank you for another day.
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