There is something about the freshness of each new day that puts thanks and praise on the heart and coming from the lips (well, if you are a morning person).
I love the words of Anne of Green Gables (aka Lucy Maud Montgomery):
And that is what the mornings are, reminders of the freshness of a new day, a blank slate, a new beginning … not an impediment in sight.
So, the freshness of a new day, thanks on our lips, and a prayer.
I love to find the perfect place in the house to start my day, with a warm cup and my WonderDog (sometimes hubby is part of the ritual too). The perfect place with just the right light, a view to the world outside, and a cozy chair.
In our new home, finding a seat uncluttered by boxes and their contents is still a bit of a struggle. I wonder where our morning space will eventually emerge as.
This new home is like the freshness of a new day. It is a blank slate, a new beginning. Like God’s mercies, that are new every morning, this space, this place is our place of grace, sanctuary from the world.
And, as we begin our new day under this roof, thanks and a prayer to start this new day:
Morning Prayer
God shield this house.
When the hail must fall upon the roof,
bid the ice be kind.
When the snow must come upon the shingles,
bid the cold be warmer than it wants to be.
When the floods rise against the walls,
make these bricks the exorcist that drives
the water demons from the foundation.
Bid the glazing of the windows
hold the blast of northern winds at bay.
For this home is a temple and
we-this poor band of lovers all-keep here an altar.
Here we love the great God
and find the adoration our Lord so full
abundance spills over to the loving of each other.
This is our sanctuary-our holy place
-our citadel of hope-
our shelter from despair.
(Calvin Miller: Celtic Devotions)