Speaking of prayers, I was telling Jesus earlier this week that I wanted to make time today to talk to you, (that’s you and anyone else who would indulge me) about wearing a path out to His throne. Later that morning Facebook gave me these words of mine from a couple years ago. Until I can shake a stick at the things that need tending around here, I offer you this—

I once made an admission to my podcast listeners and website subscribers. I understand it came as a surprise to some who were convinced that I must jump out of bed every morning like Tigger the boisterous tiger. The reality? I wake up with an outlook closer to Eeyore the dismal donkey. Oh, I morph into Tigger, all right, but I start out as Eeyore and have for a long time.

My first conscious thoughts, every single morning, are irrationally gloomy and colored with familiar feelings of hopelessness that suggest living is more drudgery than delight– and really– why bother? This has been going on for years and I can rarely trace it to anything concrete going on in my life.

For the longest time I begged the Lord to take this weighty thing away from me. It persisted. I’ve quit asking. I still don’t understand it, but He has reasons for allowing it. I’ve learned instead to take the ugly to Him faster than quick. I now begin my days by slipping out of bed to my knees. This is not my daily prayer time. I’m only there briefly, mere seconds, but they are life changing moments. From something that once felt like a curse has come the sweetest of blessings as I invite God into my world from the get-go.

I have an old song on my laptop called, “Welcome to my world.” It reminds me of the invitation God makes to each of us to share our lives with Him. If you can, try to hear these lyrics as a message from the Lover of your soul.