Coffee and Biscuits

Most of us are sound asleep at 3:30 a.m.—but some mornings just look different. One morning, our dog woke up at 1:30, and I did too, wide awake. I quietly closed the bedroom door and curled up in the recliner, thinking I’d probably drift back to sleep until my husband came out in his scrubs. Dressed and ready for work—at 2 a.m.?

“Why not?” he said.

“Why not?” I echoed.

He’s been incredibly blessed to have a job with a flexible schedule. Most days are routine, but on mornings like this, it’s nice knowing he can just head in early and get started.

After he left, I figured I might as well make the most of the quiet. I did the dishes, started the laundry, swept the floors, and wiped down the cabinet doors. Before long, I was ready for breakfast. That’s when it hit me—my mother-in-law would be heading to work soon. So I did what any totally normal person would do: I texted her at 3 a.m. to invite her over for coffee.

I made homemade biscuits, and she arrived by 3:30.

We had the most beautiful visit—before the sun was up, before the rooster crowed—or in our case, before the ducks started quacking. What a joy-filled, peaceful way to begin the day. Not normal for us by any means, but definitely a treat.

Mornings like that don’t happen often. But when they do, I can’t help but smile and think, That was all You, God. Who else could weave such a seamless, grace-filled morning—and somehow carry me through a full day of work and dinner prep afterward? Only the Author of the universe.

Some mornings are just a little out of the ordinary, Lord. Though they may look different, we know You remain the same. Thank You, Lord, for providing the love, laughter, and smiles even in the wee hours of the morn. Thank You Lord for beautiful spots of joy. Have a wonderful day, God. Amen.

Y'all have a beautiful day!

All My Love,

Jen

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