Morning is my favorite time of the day. Most days I have to fight the idea that my mornings are regularly stolen from me. I have not had a quiet morning since we started fostering. The kids have a maddening habit of being impossible to remove from their beds during the school days but adorable up at 5:30 on the weekends to ask if they can play on their tablet or watch TV. Recently my frustration has been exhausting, my own frustration; more exhausting than the kids themselves.
Calm, the children, can not have a peaceful morning they have no idea how to nor do they have an inclination to learn. What they must see in me is a choice to have a calm morning despite the storms hardships or whining. Remember God is your source God is your calm morning. Cast all your anxieties on the Lord and the peace that passes all understanding will guard our hearts and mind.