The routine was always the same:

I woke up at the same time every day. I filled the coffee pot with water so the coffee would be ready after my shower. Letting the dog out and feeding her seemed like a chore; sometimes she irritated me as she stood at the door whining. Next, I took the medicine the doctor prescribed. I was tired of taking it. Sometimes I felt as if I should stop.

I had become a creature of habit, doing the same thing in the exact sequence each day. Sometimes I felt like it was a job. The enjoyment in life was gone. Was I chasing after the wind?

Nevertheless, I chose the dog; that dog did not choose me. And I knew the doctor was trying to keep me healthy.

Why was I angry? Why was I simply giving up or becoming self-centered?

It might be that I got up in a hurry, leaving God out of the beginning of my day. His gift of blessings became dreary work when I neglected to make Him first.

A simple change, spending time with God first thing every morning, enabled me to change my attitude and my day! My routine is still the same. Praise God, I am not!