There is beauty in giving all of yourself to God. And there is freedom.
Mornings are my favorite part of the day.
My mornings go like this:
Wake up,
Brush my lil teethies,
Get a sweater,
Get a cup of hot tea,
& sit outside in the Presence of my Creator.
Having my Jesus time in the morning is something I've surprisingly never done…(or accomplished for more than a day or two) and I know that if it wasn't for being here in Uganda, I would not be doing this now. But after falling so hard in the beginning of this trip, I realized I needed to do something and realize that God and my faith in Him is not just going to crawl up to me. I need to be disciplined. I need to go all in. And I need to make time for my God who brought me here. So I told myself, I was going to do this. And by the second day, the "discipline" had vanished out of the picture. It was now a want and a need.
Mornings in Uganda have become my santuary.
To sip my tea, in the sunlit beauty that surrounds me, and breathe in the love and peace of Jesus.
Sometimes I get so excited about it, I literally squeal. I don't even know quite how to explain it right now, but it's an amazing feeling.
God and I have become so tight, so quickly, beginning with my morning times with Him. His voice has become to clear in my head. He has revealed Himself to me in ways I've never experienced and has been revealing pieces of myself that I never would have realized without Him. Pieces of myself that I need to work on, pieces of myself that needs healing, pieces of myself that I need to let go of, and pieces of myself that He wants more of. And the more I give, the more freedom I receive.
I just needed to do what has always scared me most.
I needed to fully let go.
But there is beauty in letting go. And there is freedom.
