3 a.m.

3 a.m.

God’s telling me to get up, get out of bed.

The breeze from my window tells me it’s cool; I like it....

I turn the thermostat up on the mattress cover and snuggle under.

 

3:30 a.m.

Surely not—even God has no reason for me to be up at this hour. I say a few prayers—for our children, grandchildren, my husband, others I love and think about so often, and the world.The world?  —how can I make a difference.

I punch play on the CD player and hope for the drifting, dreamy music the CD Lifescapes promises.

4:15 a.m.
I whip the covers back, do a few stretches, and head to the bathroom.

Slipping on work-out clothes, I set out the vacuum (to be done later in the day), assemble breakfast items (I’m a big breakfast eater), go through some mail while something nibbles at my mind. . . There’s more, there’s more.

5 a.m.
The patio chimes gently call. Come out. Come out.  I pull a jacket from the closet and slip outside. The air is crisp cool. Tree leaves dance in an early morning ritual, some of them bouncing down the street. I look up. Mr. Moon, a yellow banana hung in a still-night sky, is there just for me. Big Dipper, Little Dipper, Venus. I drink it in.

 Genesis 1:1

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth...

..early morning? ... late night?  ... take time to give praise