Jesus in the morning.

I'm not one to wake up early. 7 AM is a reasonable time, and I grudgingly hit snooze until the last minute on work days, but on my days off I usually pull myself out of bed between 9 and 10:30. The result of this is that I never get to experience the kind of mornings where you feel the space in air and time.

This morning was different. I wanted to see a sunrise. So Bethany and I woke up at 6:30, pulled together some Bible study materials, and drove to Whole Foods to sit on the roof and have prayertime.

There weren't many people around and we could pray louder than we can at home. Our house is in no way condemning of prayer, quite the opposite, but you've got people's morning snoozing and puttering to not disturb.

We read about the lost sheep and lost coin. It's hard to understand exactly how the sheep farmer felt since sheep aren't much of a business model anymore unless you're playing Settlers of Catan. But I could imagine Bethany in all her ENFP-ness being the woman with the coin- losing something and then calling up everybody when she found it. She also loves to sweep. It was a fun way to imagine the story.

We sat on the edge of the roof and looked out at the city and prayed for its' people. It was cloudy, so the sunrise part didn't exactly work out, but the atmosphere was still very nice.

I made this picture about it.

We were loud and goofy and spiritual and it was great fun. We were just ourselves before God. Afterwards, we went in and bought bread.

I wanna do it again.