Hate the Morning, Love the Morning
"And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed." - Mark 1:35
I'm not a morning person, never have been. That's mostly because I stay up until 1 or 2 in the morning, trying to squeeze the last few minutes I can out of the day.
Every once in a while though, I'm required to get up crazy early for something, flight, work, etc. Today it's a video shoot at the beach, and I'm looking forward to it actually. But as much as I dislike getting up so early, there's something strangely spiritual about it too.
So many times in the Bible it speaks of "early in the morning." Some Jews also believe the time between 3am-6am is when the Spirit of the Lord actually walks the Earth. I'm not exactly sure what it is, but there is something special about seeing the world before anyone else that day.
This morning we got to the beach around 5:45am. A dim, soft light colored the sky a dark blue. That water was deathly still and all you could hear was the sound of nighttime insects. To top it off, two or three dolphins gently swam just off shore.
Peaceful. Serene. Rejuvenating.