Maybe it's because our family lost Anna. That gift of eternal life, bought and paid for with the death and resurrection of Christ, has greater meaning. We've longed for heaven this year and clung to the hope that we will be reunited with her again one day.
And maybe it has something to do with my decision at the start of Lent to make morning quiet times with the Lord a priority in my life. I want my days to start with Him, not some of the time, not when it's more convenient, but each day.
"The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning
It's time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes."(Matt Redman- 10,000 Reasons)
I can do at least 15 minutes each morning- that's hardly a sacrifice. It's giving up an extra few minutes of deciding what to wear or straitening my hair and applying another coat of mascara. Usually I read the daily passage from Jesus Calling and it directs me to bible verses and passages and sets my mind wandering. I journal some, sit quietly, pray and then head off to the metro. The more time I spend in the Word, the more I want it. I set a timer so I don't miss my train as I get swept up in that devotional that seems to have been written just for me, that bible passage I'm reading for the 20th time but it feels like first.
15 minutes is not enough.
And yet at the same time it is enough to set my day on the path I want it to follow. It's enough to light a spark in me and focus my attention on Jesus. My daily routine may look the same but it feels totally different because I woke up and committed to walk with the Lord. No matter what happened yesterday, or what I might face this new day...