Sometimes I wake up with a song on my mind. Often it’s an old VBS song or some other children’s song just because that’s the kind of stuff I hear all.day.long! However, it’s sometimes exactly what I need in the moment of life I’m in. My morning song this week has been “In the Morning When I Rise, Give me Jesus.”
I’ve shared how much I love the song before–how it speaks to me–but this week, it took on a whole new meaning for me.
It goes like this…
In the morning when I rise / In the morning when I rise
In the morning when I rise / Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus / Give me Jesus
You can have all this world / But give me Jesus
And when I am alone / Oh, when I am alone
And when I am alone / Give me Jesus
And when I come to die / Oh, when I come to die
And when I come to die / Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus.
Anyday. All day. Lord, let that be my prayer….
When the storm is raging like it has been this past week for those in Hurricane Michael’s path, or those in the middle of a storm of life, being tossed about and battered.
When I’m scared of my upcoming c-section.
When you feel like you’ve failed, and the mom guilt is out of control.
When I’m trying desperately to get my struggling student to understand place value.
When your marriage is rocky to say the least.
When the money is tighter than you can remember it ever being and the car breaks down.
When my teenager’s smart mouth most certainly mirrors mine as a teenager, or my toddler’s terrible twos turn into tumultuous threes.
When the tides have changed, and you are taking care of your parents.
When I feel like I can’t do it another day….
Give me Jesus!
The song progresses from rising, to being alone, to dying. In all of those things, give me my Jesus. But even in the in-between, the things that seem trivial to other people. Just give me Jesus.
Take all the cares of this world, Lord, and give me You. Remind me that you are there, that you haven’t forsaken me. Take me to your feet to worship.