I have to adjust the plan.
Because a timer is not going to work for these morning pages.
And no, I did not eat those M&M’s early in the morning. I just sat them on the notebook for your enjoyment. I ate them later. After breakfast.
Anyway, when the timer went off, I did not want to stop. I kept going. Even though my hand and arm periodically cramped. And I felt like I could scribble more drivel, but I had to get to the next thing on my list.
I felt guilty putting the writing before Him.
Except I never really sensed a separation.
It was like dusting the corners, sweeping under the bed, shaking the rugs, dumping the garbage, cleaning the cup, opening the drapes. Making room for fresh words from the Word. Feeling the Spirit’s breath. Turning on the creative faucet. Like filling an empty grocery cart with all manner of new gourmet foods. Organizing them and planning the next meal to share with company.
It. Was. Yummy.
An early morning habit to cultivate in solitude and silence. Jesus AND my journal. No timer. At least three pages filled. Time for the Word. Time to sit and listen.
Away from the computer. Away from the television.
I can’t wait until morning.
Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King