This morning was one of those mornings.  You know, one of those mornings you’d like to forget.  It was 7:30 as I sat down to breakfast with my four girls and I had planned to read to them the Bible during this meal as they would pay better attention.  It had worked yesterday.  I get not two verses and someone doesn’t like her eggs, another verse, and someone wants more juice, another two verses and someone needs to use the potty.  I feel myself getting tense as I remind them that they should not interrupt while I am reading.  Another couple of verses and my eldest announces that she’d like more cinnamon toast and this is where I lost it.  I start thinking that mornings are the most difficult time here.  I am trying to get the girls fed and the younger three dressed, teeth brushed, hair brushed and the eldest to do her chores and be ready to start her lessons.  I draw on scriptures I know to be reassured that I am following God’s plan for mornings.  Quite time?  Check.  Prayer?  Check.  Well, I wonder, what is the problem then?  God tells me to see what else he has to say about mornings, so to His Word I turn.  Turns out He has quite a bit to say as morning is mentioned 218 times and there are 10 occurrences of dawn.