Good Morning, Beloved,

 The sun does not rise just to warm the earth; it also rises to remind you that you are still here.  You have been chosen once again by the sacred gift of breath to live, to love, to begin anew.  Not simply to exist but to dedicate this day to something deeper than your sorrow, higher than your fear, and truer than your pain. 

 This message is for you, for the soul who knows the ache of midnight tears.  For the women who have whispered through clenched prayers, “God, are you listening?”  For the men who carry invisible weights, shoulders bowed but hearts still hoping.  For the one standing at the fragile edge of hope unsure if light will ever return.  It carries more than the promise of a new schedule; it carries the possibility of a renewed spirit.

 Morning devotion is not about routine; it is about reorientation.  It is the sacred practice of meeting your Creator before you meet the chaos.  Before you meet the emails, before the traffic, before the noise of opinions, bills, and breaking headlines invade your calm.  Be still, be gentle, be surrendered, whisper with a soul wide open. Lord, I am here use me, Lord I am weary heal me, Lord I cannot see what is next lead me. 

When you begin your day centered in God, the world must realign itself to your peace.  You stop chasing validation because you are standing in revelation – you are no longer defined by the scars you carry but by the worship you offer. 

 There is something holy about the morning.  Before the world begins to clamor there is a sacred pause between sleeping and waking.  That moment my love, is more than just a ticking clock, it is a divine invitation.  When the sun stretches her golden rays across your windowpane, you are not simply waking up, you are receiving a gift.  A gift untouched, unstained, full of heavenly intention, and before you give that gift away to everyone else, give it first to the Giver. 

Start you day with God, not as an afterthought, not as background noise while the coffee brews but as a sacred appointment.  Sit still enough to hear your heart beat, quite enough to hear His whisper, present enough to remember Who holds this day, this breath, this very moment because the world is loud child.  It will clamor for your attention, rushing at you with voices, screams, and illusions.  It will try to shape your identity by its’ standards, its’ fears, and its’ urgencies, but you were not made to be hurried.  You were made to be held and when you begin your day with God, remember you are already enough, already chosen, already wrapped in divine glory.

Starting your day with God isn’t about ticking a religious box, it is not about appearances or pretending to be holy, it’s about survival.  It is about putting on your spiritual armor before stepping into a world that often forgets how sacred you are.  You wouldn’t dare walk barefoot across fire and call it courage, so why walk into the storms of life without first covering yourself in prayer? 

Too many hearts wake up in chaos, lungs tight with anxiety, minds fogged with uncertainty.  They walk into the day into traffic, into decisions, into relationships, without ever pausing to be still before the One who knows all things.  Then they wonder why everything crumbles like a house built on sand.  But when you begin with God, everything changes – you walk a little slower but with deeper confidence.  You speak less, but your words carry weight.  You fear less and you believe more because that quiet time becomes your mountaintop. 

That sacred moment before the day begins is where you regain your clarity.  Where you remember who you are and whose you are.  You don’t just wake up, you rise.  Let the first voice you hear be His.  Not the worries of your bills, not the ghosts of regret, not the opinions of those who don’t see your worth.  Let it be that still small voice whispering, “Beloved, I am with you.”

When you know you are not walking alone, courage stretches awake.  Hope begins to breathe again.  Peace starts to dance. 

If your heart feels too tired to pray, begin here.  Thank you for waking me up, thank you for another breath, another chance.  Thank you for mercy I didn’t earn and grace I can never repay.  Gratitude Dear One, is the gate that swings wide the gate to joy.  Bitterness and thankfulness cannot occupy the same place.  You cannot count blessings and carry burdens the same way.  While gratitude won’t always make the problems disappear, it will shift your perspective and the change is everything.

Never underestimate what 5 minutes with God can do.   The world will scream for your attention.  Check your phone.  Answer that email.  Be productive.  But God invites you into stillness, into presence.  He longs to fill you before the world empties you.

I have learned something powerful, a woman that starts her day with God is a threat to the darkness.  She is not easily shaken.  She doesn’t fall apart when the storm comes.  She carries something sacred, peace like perfume, wisdom like a crown.

A man who begins his day with God isn’t lost chasing applause.  He doesn’t perform for validation.  He stands firm anchored like a tree beside still waters because he knows his strength is not in his hands, it is in his knees. 

You see My Beloved, beginning your day with God is the purest form of soul care.  It is more than a practice, it is a proclamation.  A quiet, bold declaration of trust that says, “Before I take a step, I seek my Source.”  It’s telling fear that you have no authority today.  It’s whispering to your past – you no longer write the story.

Morning devotion is not just a habit.  It is a sacred rhythm that forms sacred hearts.  And even when the day unravels, when the engine won’t start, when tears fall before the sun rises, when the world disappoints you, you will carry something different because you have already knelt before the King.                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                               (TO BE CONTINUED)

Reverend Billy Graham