I like to rise before the sun. Not always awake, I stagger into the kitchen, and sit in my comfy chair. At the big bay window across from my honey, he pours me a cup of coffee, and before he take off for work we enjoy our sacred alone time. Sometimes a little one quietly slips into my lap unnoticed, is kissed cuddles then sent back down stairs to look at his story bible for devotions, as this quiet time with my lover is just for us. He kisses me good-bye, and is off to the shop to spend his first hour there with lord. Now we both sit, me in my chair, and he in his, in the ministry office above the leather shop. The early morning sun just is rising above skyline, glistening through the tree. The drips of dew, and early frost glistening as they fall quietly to the ground. We crack our Bibles, and hear the heart of the father, as he baths us in the warmth of the rising sun. Words of hope and prophetic mysteries jump off the pages, as we hungrily read every word, often going back a few times to understand.
 I hear a little one cry in the background, and know my quiet time alone with my lover is almost over. Little hungry footsteps tiptoe down the hall. The sun is just above the rooftops now, a new day has begun. Thank you father for our sacred moments, thank you for your peace for the future, thank you for your sweet revelations, and the little hearts you have entrusted to my care. Be our guide and strength for the day. Until tomorrow, sweat lover my heart I in your care. – <3 Melody