But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.
I used to think getting my Bible reading in every day was a lot like taking vitamins. Getting my “God time” was on the to-do list, something I needed to do every day in order to feel good about my life.
But now, somewhere in all of the hard things, I figured out what Jesus was talking about when he said to Martha,
you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her (Luke 10:41-42).
The first thing is not a task. Nor is the first thing an obligation.
The first thing is my right. The first thing is what I was born for.
You see, I am the child of the King. And so are you.
I belong in His arms, at His feet, whispering prayers into his ears first thing. I belong in His presence first thing because this moment face-to-face, cheek-to-cheek, with my Father keeps me connected to His version of my story.
He is my first thing because He reminds me who I am. I remember every day in those moments with Him that my story is much bigger than today’s troubles. My definition is bigger than wife, mother, writer, housekeeper. My definition, my purpose, is eternal.
I am His, first thing.
I’ve stopped looking at morning quiet time as a task to complete. Sometimes I read my Bible, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I sing, and sometimes I cry into my coffee cup. But I say good morning to my Daddy, no matter what.
Because He’s my first thing.
May He be yours.