For the first three and a half years of our marriage, Trevor has made the coffee first thing in the morning, and I have groggily stumbled out of bed and onto the couch next to him, piling blankets around us and huddling together like little birds while we sip out of our mugs. We've spent every morning forcing ourselves awake with multiple mugs of coffee and, once the fog of sleep clears, talking. Big things, small things. The weird dream I had, what we should make for dinner, what we should be doing with our lives five years from now. It's my favorite part of the day.
But we've started talking lately about how to be more intentional about seeking the Lord together as well as separately. How do we love the Lord more than each other? It's easy to say that we do, but can we point to specific places in our lives and say, "This is how we are loving God more than each other."
And we came to the same conclusion: we need to give Jesus our coffee time. What better way to communicate to each other that God is first than by giving him the first of our day?
So now our morning routine is a little different. I pour my coffee, shuffle back to the bedroom, slide under my blankets, sometimes light a candle, and spend time in the Word. Sometimes I'm so tired I just kind of sit there and sip my coffee and listen, but these morning times with the Lord are already changing my day. Instead of scrambling to work in time with Him later in the day, when I have a million other things on my mind, He gets the best of me.
Instead of feeling like some great sacrifice, spending our mornings with God instead of each other has only enriched our conversations and given us even more grace for one another. We're communicating more about heart stuff and what the Lord's doing in us, and it's so, so good. I only wish we had started doing this years ago.