It's the time of year when I just want to hibernate. Getting out of my warm cozy bed and taking on a cold, dark day is a daunting task. In fact, it's the last thing I want to do when I wake up for work at five in the morning--but it's the first thing I have to do.
As I mumble "Lord, I give this day to You. Give me the strength to get through it," and hobble out of bed, I act against my will, and that act gives me strength for the rest of the day.
I drive down the highway under the satin black sky with my car still half-covered in frost and Mumford & Sons singing "Babel" to me and all seems right with the world. It's cold and dark and uncomfortable, but it's my gift to God.
The days that begin in early mornings are not a breeze, nor are they very pleasant, but for some reason, they are my favorite. Maybe it's because that first act against my will helps me to offer the rest up to God, so that I automatically offer up all the unpleasant, frustrating things that happen during the day with trust that it's part of God's plan of grace.
Doing this doesn't mean life is all sunshine and roses, and it doesn't really even make it easier. It just makes it worth it.
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