I love and hate mornings. The love comes from my experiencing the newness of the day, the time I spend in my prayerful SOAP devotions, and the creative Spirit that envelops my heart. The hate comes from the barrage of negative thoughts that batter against the walls of my holy time.
This morning, I let some of The Negatives in. They sat with me and told me that I shouldn’t be doing what I’m doing, that I’ve taken on too much, that I don’t have what it takes and that I’m not making any difference in anyone’s lives. The result – they told me – is that I should scale back, hide away and quit.
As unsettled as they made me, I buckled them into my car and drove to my coffee-shop hide-away. I bought them coffee and made a place for them as I opened my laptop to work. Suddenly, the sun creased across the horizon and I saw The Negatives for what they were. I saw The Negatives for what they wanted to do to me. I understood that The Negatives did not bubble from the well-spring of life that God had birthed within me.
If Lamentations – of all books – is true, then what I should be entertaining in the morning is the newness of the Lord’s love, mercy, compassion and grace. That means, once again, that The Negatives do not come from God.
So tomorrow morning, when The Negatives come knocking, I will recite out loud Lamentations and will wake to the movements of the Spirit of God.
“The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease.Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning.” Lamentations 3:22-23