I often hear people say, "I'm not a morning person."

There was a time when I would have nodded emphatically, snubbing the wee hours of the day. Something has changed within me in the past couple of years that has given me a new perspective on the morning.

Perhaps my attitude shift stems from settling into a busier life with two kids who are in constant motion. Waking before they do has certain advantages. The house is quiet and calm. I can think through the day ahead of me and pray that I will be the wife and mom that I should be.

Aside from the calmness brought on by morning, I find that I am more hopeful each morning than any other time of day. It sounds cliche to say that each day brings a new start but it's true. No matter the worries of the day before, morning brings new perspective. No matter how many times I blew it yesterday, today has the potential to be better. If I went to bed with my mind buzzing about all that needs to be done and how I don't have enough hours in the day to do it, the morning brings a fresh start and an opportunity to slow down and prioritize what's really important.

Those few hours of each brand new day are like a gift to my tired spirit. They bring hope, calmness and a chance to connect with the One who gave me that gift.