I heard a talk many years ago during a parish mission. The title of the talk was “When you wake up”. The priest said to the attendees something like this: “When you wake up in the morning do you groan and say ‘oh God it’s morning? Or do you say “Good Morning God’? The crowd laughed and he launched into his talk. Basically his point was if the beginning of every one of your days starts with you giving your day to God and granting Him supremacy over your day, then your day can be a prayer.
I know, we wake up and fall asleep so many days on automatic pilot. But I believe my faith and my strength cannot increase unless I automatically begin to make God my pilot….and then refuse the impulse to grab those controls right back. Today I confess that many days I have not been saying Good Morning God. I still have a rocking chair near my bed. It sits under a beautiful framed photograph of a river running through a forest…a sun dappled forest and river. I have it on that wall so that my eyes see it in the morning, and I am reminded of the beautiful world we live in, despite the problems we face.
This morning when I awoke, as I saw my rocking chair I could almost picture God sitting there waiting for me to awaken. I remember nights when my son was little and I would sit near his bed waiting for him to fall asleep. Not every night, certainly, but sometimes he needed a little extra assurance that all was well. It lifted my heart and my spirits to suddenly realize that each night God is there giving me the extra assurance, and letting me know He will be there when my eyes open. Such a lovely thought to be gifted with this morning.
My week was exhausting once again. Hours of review with my various students. Some of them are struggling mightily under the load of coursework and homework. Some of them have significant learning difficulties. It breaks my heart to see how much some of them have to struggle. One of them texted me during a final with math questions, hoping I would provide the answers. The student feels hopeless and will undoubtedly fail the course. The attempt to cheat broke my heart–the student was desperate, and no, I didn’t help. The professor provided almost a no-win scenario for the students. Despite the fact that it was a remedial math course at a community college, he provided no chance for graded things throughout the semester. The entire grade depended on 1 test- a cumulative final. I was feeling low as the week drew to a close, as it is my fervant hope that each of my students will pass and hopefully achieve high marks.
Being a perennial optimist, I believe each student can earn an A….So, I was glad to have Friday afternoon and evening off from tutoring for a change. This was a relief. I tutored until after 10:30 each night this week as I recall. I was feeling reflective and prayerful last night and belatedly gave the week to God and asked Him to figure it out!
Then, this morning, there He was in my rocker! Good morning, God! I suddenly no longer felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. I realized the weight of my world had been on my shoulders because I put it there and kept it there. As my students say “duh!!!!” . I have said it before and I will say it again. I must tell God every day that I love Him and want Him in charge of my day my efforts, my words, my thoughts. God doesn’t ever forget me. When I am lonely for Him it is because I have neglected to focus appropriately. When I remember to do this, my state of mind, heart, and soul return to the woman He created me to be. A woman with the capacity to be…a perennial optimist.