>This Is Why Mornings Are Crucial

>I spent my morning being serenaded by ...In Shallow Sees We Sail and playing Tony Hawk's skater 63 or something like that with KB. For the original xbox... Outdated, I know, but I don't have the gazillion dollars necessary to just give in and get the 360.

What am I even saying?

What I'm trying to say is that this is the perfect morning, the kind that I have referenced before in this little blog thingey, but honestly it deserves mention again. A good morning is key to having a successful day, and by key, I mean I don't think that successful days are possible without great mornings preceding them. Sleep that extra five minutes, get to work five minutes late, and spend the rest of your day five minutes behind, and just try to tell me that you had a great day. Or, you could get up a few minutes early, make a pot of coffee, listen to the birds harmonizing with the quiet of the breeze, the swaying of the leaves complimenting the glinting sunshine off of what's left of the dew coating the grass, and tell me what could possibly bring you down.

I think that this quiet time is among the most crucial moments of any Christian's life, and honestly anybody who misses it is, for lack of a better term, missing out. We all need to be less hassled, less in a panic, more open to paths that may divulge from the one we planned out. God only knows what you'll miss if you're more dead-set on your way than one somebody bigger than you has in store.

Hamilton Barber

The subject of this page is an introverted writer/musician/lunatic from Chattanooga, TN who dabbles in lexical dexterity, unorthodox thoughts on prosperity, and being overwhelmingly undeserving of the privilege of waking up every day. He hopes that everybody who reads these words takes them to heart and leaps higher than he ever could. He reads, thinks, and speaks too much; he listens, works, and loves too little; and he says “I” entirely too often. The words on these pages are not his: they are the words that were given to him.