When I picture a faithful Christian, I imagine someone who wakes up early each morning, excited and awake and eager to send hours reading their Bible.
I am not that person.
I wake up and snuggle deeper in the covers, holding on to every last second in my warm bed before begrudgingly falling out and turning on the lights. I'm lucky if I wake up in time to make coffee at home instead of hitting up the nearest Starbucks.
So that time where I read my Bible is sometimes traded out for time to shower or eat. And if there is time, it's usually short and pressured with whatever I have to do next.
But I love time in the morning to read. And write. And pray. It's not out of any conviction that this time is what good Christians do. No, I want to do it because I know how beautiful and fruitful that time can be. So when I lose it there's an added weight all day of this time I wanted to set aside but couldn't.
And it's not as if I have such a busy schedule that setting aside an hour each morning is too much to ask. I'm human, so I'm flawed and imperfect and most mornings I value my sleep and getting ready time ahead of reading and spending time with my Creator.
This morning I read:
But by the grace of God I am what I am, and His grace to me was not without effect. 1 Corinthians 15:10
By the grace of God I am an imperfect person with a strong desire to know my Heavenly Father more. I choose sleep over prayer and getting ready over reflection. But His grace pulls me back and it does not judge or chastise no matter how long it's been since I last woke up eager to read.
I'm so grateful for that truth this morning.