When my friend, Hilton Long, came home from a vacation in the Smoky Mountains, he shared with his Sunday School class a most unusual experience. It happened early one morning when he was trout fishing in the Smokey Mountains.

Waking up early to enjoy the peacefulness of the morning darkness. Able to feel peace within myself at that moment of the day.

Acrostic poem.

Waking up, my first cup of coffee, before waking up my kids for school.

The rush every morning having to get up early.

A group of people waiting for a early morning bus end up being taken to heaven for a great experience, to be delivered back to earth in the end to spread messages to others.

Have you ever felt lazy when you woke up and it’s raining? Have you done something to overcome the morning sickness you have?

The purity of the emotions on hearing such wonderful and melodious music. The hope and the expectations of a brand new day and of the brand new dreams.

At quiet waking hours I think of you because…