There’s something sacred about the early hours of the day… the hush before the world fully wakes, the song of just an early bird or two, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee flowing through the air. In this stillness, I meet with Jesus.

This week, the weather has shifted. The warmth that let me sit outside and watch the sunrise has given way to chilly mornings and again today, rain. So, I’m back inside, wrapped in a blanket instead of sunlight. And yet, even here, God meets me. His presence isn’t limited by weather or location. He is faithful in every season. Though I miss the quiet beauty of watching the sky wake up from our eastward-facing front deck, I’m reminded that the true sunrise happens in my heart when I spend time with God.

My hand cradles a warm cup, and I’m reminded of the comfort of sitting here, beginning my day with the One who knows everything about me. Just as coffee awakens my senses, God’s presence awakens my spirit. The Word becomes my nourishment, and prayer becomes my conversation with Jesus.

These quiet moments aren’t about perfection. They’re about presence. Some mornings, I come with praise. Other days, with questions, tears, or weariness. But Jesus meets me just the same… faithful, kind, and always ready to pour grace into my day. Every day, I ask for God to put me where I need to be on that particular day, to help me say and do what I should say and do, to be the salt and light He calls me to be.

I’m reminded that God’s mercies are new every morning. His love is steadfast, even when I feel a little weary. As my cup empties, my heart fills… strengthened, centered, and renewed.

So I return to this simple rhythm: coffee in hand, Bible open, heart wide. In the quiet of the morning, I find God waiting and this is the best part of my day.