When I get out of bed I have a smile on my face and a song in my heart. To the benefit of those around me who may not be morning people, I do keep it to myself. I make the breakfast coffee. While it's brewing, I have my morning prayer time. With a freshly brewed cup of coffee to sip on, I then read the newspaper and start to set my bearings for a new day.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is the future, but the morning marks a new beginning for today.
The morning remains a very special time for me. With Easter morning, emotions erupt that we can hardly contain. During the trips I've made to Israel, no site we visit evokes more emotion than does the traditional site of the garden tomb. Tucked into the stone wall within a garden area, an empty tomb quietly heralds to the world that something special happened here one morning long, long ago. Early in the morning, while the sun merely peeked toward a new day, God was at work, rolling stones away and preparing human hearts.