I love mornings.
I love mornings when I wake up and see that it is rainy outside.
I love mornings when I have enough time to listen to my favorite song in bed before getting up.
I love mornings when I wake up to a message from a dear friend who is far away.
I love mornings when I have enough time to make french press and listen to Josh Garrels for a long time.
I love mornings when I feel the overwhelming presence of the love God, who knows my heart and what gets to me better than anyone.
I love mornings when I can rest in the beauty of Psalm 16.
I love mornings.
I love mornings when I wake up and see that it is rainy outside.
I love mornings when I have enough time to listen to my favorite song in bed before getting up.
I love mornings when I wake up to a message from a dear friend who is far away.
I love mornings when I have enough time to make french press and listen to Josh Garrels for a long time.
I love mornings when I feel the overwhelming presence of the love God, who knows my heart and what gets to me better than anyone.
I love mornings when I can rest in the beauty of Psalm 16.
I love mornings.