The First Hour

We return here. Because this image of the psalmist presenting himself to God in the morning is so human, so concrete, that it needs to be lived again.

Presenting yourself. Like someone arriving for a meeting. Like someone knocking on the beloved's door and saying: "I'm here."

Not with a list of requests in hand. Not with a report of everything that happened. Just: "I'm here."

How many times do you begin the day without presenting yourself to God? Not out of ill will — but because life drags you along. You wake up and you're already on autopilot: kids, coffee, lunchboxes, out the door.

The morning slips away and God was left waiting.

Today, even if it's only one minute, present yourself. Say: "Lord, I'm here. Will You receive this day, this life, this morning?"

Then wait. The psalmist waited after presenting himself. He waited for the answer. He waited for direction. He didn't rush off.

Present yourself. Wait. Let God speak back.