I think there’s a part of me that is still a little kid. He’s usually in control in the mornings, when I would rather stay in bed. But this morning the adult me managed to win, and I willed myself not only to get up, but to make French toast for breakfast rather than lazily making cereal.
The lesson of the morning is a metaphor: the rewards of doing the harder things are generally more than the rewards of the lazy thing. Taking the time to make French toast brings the reward of eating a sweet breakfast. Giving a lifetime to the work of Christ brings the infinitely sweeter reward of Heaven! French toast is a good start to the day, and following Christ is a good start to eternity!