It is amazing how sweet the early morning can be. It is only about 6:30 am, so I actually feel like I slept in! Since the clock change last week, I keep waking up earlier than that, so feeling so rested today.
I slipped out of the hotel room this morning (we are all in Romania at our team retreat), walked to the hotel restaurant, and starting enjoying wi-fi and a cup of coffee. My journal and a book are next to me.
Early mornings are like a fresh start. The slate is clean, the to-do list is fresh, and the mind is clear from the mental sticky notes that accumulate with every cell call and email. I can understand Psalm 23--the still waters and the green pastures. All is right with my soul.
One of the things I'm beginning to learn is there is never an end to the needs and to the opportunities in Moldova. I see the girls and children at the Home of Hope and I think about the countless that we have not yet found. I see the drunk staggering down the street and my heart wonders why he is so desperate for one more drink, whether the turn is weather will make this the last day of his life. I see the kids in the field, spending all day watching a bunch of sheep, and wonder if they will ever have someone talk to them about God's purpose and vision for their lives.
The day slowly pulls and tugs at my peace. The mind is continually thinking about the needs. I have big dreams to reach the kids, the women, and the needy. But each morning gives me a fresh start, a fresh moment to turn a new page, start a new to-dream list. What kind of dreams is God going to give today?
It's early morning. God-time. Time to dream and start it all over again.