February 13, 2026 Ambrosia hours
She does a lot of the work during early hours.
Soft, sacred, still hours.
She wakes, unable to sleep, and goes to her sewing room.
She taught me to treasure the early hours. She usually rises in the wee, whispering dark. There, she meets her Savior. Together, they sew and sort life’s love-laced trials and tiny triumphs into quilts of comfort. And, we – her children, and Coon-litters and family friends … trail behind and wrap ourselves in all that stitched-together grace.
I used to grumble at the “gift” of early.
Three a.m. felt cruel.
Clock-watching.
Fury-fighting for sleep.
Dragging into the next daylight in dull exhaustion.
But … when I begged for Divine help, I thought I wanted a sleeping-potion.
He gave me perspective.
“O God, You are my God; Early will I seek You; My soul thirsts for You; My flesh longs for You In a dry and thirsty land Where there is no water.” Psalms 63:1 NKJV
Early isn’t empty.
It’s Holy hush to your system, my system.
Physically.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
It’s where thirst meets Living Water.
Where restless thoughts are gently gathered.
Ambrosia hours.
Mercy moments.
Perspective, when wrapped in the love of my Mom and spent in the Father’s Spirit, handingit all over is a game changer.
Thanks Mom ❤️
In His Love and Light,
Angie