I have tried coffee--even Kirk's coffee. I have tried fasting, feasting, showering and not. I have refused to acknowledge The Morning several days in a row.
Last Monday I woke up and growled at The Morning. The Morning did not respond. The Day went badly. And it occurred to me that The Morning will come to me again and again, and I am wasting effort hating The Morning. So I decided to reconcile.
I got up yesterday morning and I sang hymns. The day went well. I only cursed at The Morning once. I think I woke the neighbors with "Great Is The Lord."
I decided to art journal. I decided I would find one phrase each night from the next day's lectionary and write it in my journal at the end of the day. That way I could sleep on it, and start the day with God's word.
My prayer corner
These habits I am trying to form may wear off in a week. I have the attention span of a sparrow, flitting here and there. But you know what will stick with me? The reading for tomorrow:
In my journal are the words, "Why should we sit here until we die?" In the morning I will greet The Morning with this scripture. And then I will say, "Run and tell that."