Have you ever woke up at 5am on one of those mornings you had the freedom to sleep until noon if you wanted to? It happened to me this morning.
I remember turning off my alarm last night and thinking, “I can sleep as late as I want tomorrow!” That thought must have brought on an adrenalin rush because I got so excited I couldn’t fall asleep for at least seven minutes.
I fall asleep way too easy – especially if an episode of Law and Order is on that I’ve already watched eleven times. There is no mystery involved that will keep me awake this way.
In addition to falling asleep easily, I sleep so soundly that earthquakes in Waxahachie and cats crying like babies outside my bedroom window do not wake me up. But at 5am this morning, God woke me up. Right away I knew it was him, and I wasn’t very happy about it.
You see, I’ve had a pretty busy week and there were a couple of mornings that I skipped my usual “hanging with God time” to fast-forward into the work of my day.
Yesterday I had lunch with a friend so we could catch up with each other and keep our friendship alive and healthy.
At 5am this morning I had breakfast with my very best friend so we could catch up with each other and keep our friendship alive and healthy.
I’m glad he noticed.
Psalm 57:8 “Awake, my soul! Awake…”