Every night I tell myself, “Tomorrow I’ll wake up early. I’ll sit with my Bible. I’ll light a candle. Maybe journal something thoughtful.” You know, the whole sacred morning thing.
And every morning?
I wake up to two babies crying, usually after being up two or three times overnight. I stumble out of bed, fumble with bottles, and try to convince myself that pumping while bottle feeding counts as a core workout. It’s a far cry from a peaceful Bible study.
But lately, I’ve stopped calling it a failure and started calling it what it is:
a surrender to God.
Not because I’m checking off spiritual habits. But because I’m showing up for the life I’ve been given.
There will be a time for slow mornings, uninterrupted prayer, and highlighter-worthy study sessions. But right now, the most sacred part of my day might be the moment I choose not to spiral in guilt for skipping my devotional, and instead whisper a simple, exhausted “thank you” over the heads of two squirmy babies.