Jasmine Nicole

Mornings are so special to me and I realize they’ve always have been. I enjoy the quiet, the dark, the peace, and the feeling of newness.

For me, the morning is when my brain is most quiet, probably because I’m still half asleep, but it’s also the time that I spend with God. In the last year, it’s become our time together. I seek him and he meets me in his word.

Some days are intense, some days he comforts the anxieties and fears in my heart, some days he’s gentle and his presence is like a soft whisper in my ear just letting me know he’s there.

I think whether I knew it or not, God always met me in the mornings and that’s why they’ve always been peaceful to me. His voice was and still is the strongest that time of day for me.

Psalm 119:147 says, “I rise before dawn and cry for help; I have put my hope in your word.”

In the morning, my soul is hopeful. My mind is clear, my heart is free. I can’t deny that my God is the one who has granted me that pleasure. He promises us peace and any peace I’ve gotten in my life was from him whether I knew it or not. I give my requests to God and let him do the rest.

The beauty about God is that he’s always there. And when you finally look up long enough to see him, you see his fingerprints in everything in your life, even mornings.