God’s telling me to get up, get out of bed. I stretch and check the tick-tock. Way too early.The neighbors will think something's wrong if I turn on my kitchen light.
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; so much seems to be so wrong.
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. After a couple of ice-filled, shut-in days, it feels good to breathe morning air. I look up. Mr. Moon, a yellow banana hung in a still-night sky, is there just for me amongst the patches of fog. Big Dipper, Little Dipper, Venus. I drink it in. Genesis 1:1
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth...
Yes, He did...and His plan is still in place.
I punch play on the CD player and hope for the drifting, dreamy music the CD Lifescapes promises to settle me.
4:15 a.m.
Giving up, I whip the covers back, do a few stretches, and head to the bathroom.
Giving up, 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. After a couple of ice-filled, shut-in days, it feels good to breathe morning air. I look up. Mr. Moon, a yellow banana hung in a still-night sky, is there just for me amongst the patches of fog. Big Dipper, Little Dipper, Venus. I drink it in.
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