Quiet Mornings
Lately, I find myself waking up early and looking out my bedroom window. I wake up to the slow rising sun peeking through the blinds accompanied by the sweet summer whispers of critters outside. I feel Baby B move around my tummy from left to right trying to find a comfy new spot. I try to find him by placing my hand where I think he is. I close my eyes embracing Baby B the only physical way I can and wonder what he will feel like in my arms. I can't help but smile in knowing he is alive within me and one day closer arriving earth bound.
These quiet mornings I am also greeted with the thoughts of Christ. I seek Him through the peace of these wonderful summer mornings. I wonder what gift I will receive today from Him. I wonder what I will see today that will bring me closer to understanding and knowing Him better. I wonder if it's through the birds chirping, the sweet face from my dog, or will it be through a stranger I encounter while running errands.
These quiet mornings are special. I have a feeling that if we wake up early enough where the streets are still lonely and the air has a bit of coolness we can witness either within us, or around us Christ's divinity one way or another.
John 1:14 KJV
And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.
I set my alarm for 5:40 instead of 6:00 and leave my phone in the other room. Now I sit by the window until the air loses that bit of coolness and the streets stop being lonely. Baby B's left-to-right shuffle has become my cue to stop and listen. I've been pairing those minutes with quiet morning reflections on Christ's glory rather than opening email. John 1:14 reads differently before the day starts.
Night-shift pregnancy flips the whole scene: 3 p.m. is my 6 a.m., and the streets are loud, not lonely. I still put a hand where Baby B kicks, but blackout curtains kill the sun peeking through the blinds. The John 1:14 KJV line asks me to behold glory anyway; I’ve started using pregnancy prayer reflections for odd-hour mornings to hunt for it between monitor alarms and sleep.
Waking before the streets lose their coolness didn’t bring the stillness I expected. When I was carrying my own Baby B, he shifted right to left, and the Christ thoughts arrived later—while folding laundry, not watching dawn. I started using a quiet-morning reflection worksheet to notice grace in ordinary moments after errands, and John 1:14 KJV read differently: glory often found me tired, not serene.
Those early moments with Baby B moving left to right and you placing a hand where you think he is really stayed with me. I did the same during my last pregnancy, often while the dog snoozed beside me. I’d sit with that stillness and track the passing weeks and little kicks as a way to hold onto what I couldn’t see yet. It made the waiting feel less abstract.
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