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Some mornings don’t feel spiritual at all.

They feel loud. Rushed. Heavy.

There are lunches to pack, kids to wake up, text messages already waiting, and a to-do list that somehow grew overnight.

And then there’s coffee.

That first quiet cup feels less like a luxury and more like survival. But somewhere along the way, I realized something:

those few minutes with coffee became the only stillness I had… and God met me there.

Not in a perfectly planned quiet time.

Not with candles lit and worship music playing.

But in sweatpants. In the dark. Before the house fully woke up.

I used to feel guilty that my “time with God” looked like this. Like it should be more structured. More reverent. More put-together.

But motherhood has taught me this:

God isn’t offended by tired moms.

He doesn’t wait for us to be calm, clean, or caught up. He shows up in the in-between moments — the half-awake prayers, the deep sighs, the whispered “help me today.”

Some mornings, my coffee sits next to my Bible.

Some mornings, it sits next to a mental list of worries.

And some mornings, all I can manage is gratitude that I made it out of bed.

And somehow… that’s enough.

If you’re reading this while reheating your coffee for the third time, or scrolling before the chaos starts — you’re not behind. You’re not failing. You’re not doing faith wrong.

You’re just a mom who needs grace before everything else.

So today, wherever you are, take a sip. Breathe. And remember this:

God is already with you — even here.

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“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning.”

— Lamentations 3:22–23