"I have an undying love for the early, early morning. That blue-mixed-with-yellow feeling of awakening. A physical awakening, yes, but it’s also something much more than physical. There is something in my soul that stirs, stirs, stirs my affections for God, the world, and for those around me. I don’t know what exactly is stirring, but I know the feeling. It’s a steady burning–a kindling fire in my heart that someone is moving around with a stick. My insides are the white hot coals. I open a book and begin to read, read, read. Take in, fill myself with beauty and wonder. The coffee has been poured and is aiding the process of awakening my soul to another day of communion with God in the world he gave us. May I live and love like I do in the blue of the morning–with a gentle touch and a few, careful words. May I be ever at peace, not because of my current life circumstance, but because of that sweet communion with the God who loves me more than I will ever know. May I live as I do in the morning—serenely, gently, quietly, lovingly."