The first part of my day
when everything in the house is still,
the quietness of morning is deafening,
the smell of coffee is in the air,
and outside, the town is still waking up;
wrapped in my cuddle blanket,
with my fuzzy slippers on my feet,
my coffee mug is full and fresh-brewed,
my Bible and journal in front of me,
and I pour my heart out to my Savior-
-THIS is the best part of my day.
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