I've just gotten up. I feel really sleepy. I wish I could sleep some more, but a new day has begun and I should actually thank God that I have woken up at all. Many people probably didn't even make it through the night. As I sometimes groan and grumble, pulling the covers over my head, someone's loved one is praying for them to get up.
"Thank you God that I woke up to see another day."
I wonder what today holds for me, but God knows what he has been doing last night while I slept and he knows exactly what's in store for me. He had been working the night shift in my life last night. Actually I think it's when we sleep that God works best in our lives. That's the time when we're helpless and can't stand in his way as he drills and hammers and digs.
It makes me feel good to think that God has prepared this day for me, that as I slept, not aware of what's around me, he was busy making changes, visiting places that I would have to visit the next day, talking to this and that person on my behalf, sweeping floors, stocking up cupboards, soothing little aches and scratches and loving me.
Instead of refusing to get up I think it's better for me to pray this way:
"Thank you father that I have woken up to a beautiful morning. I thank you also that you have planned this day to the last detail and have made things easier for me. I'm sorry that I sometimes don't show you just how grateful I am, I'm sorry that I sometimes take precious little moments for granted. In case I forget to thank you tomorrow, let me thank you before hand.
Thank you father for your love and most of all, thank your for today."