I've been up well before the alarm the past two mornings. Like 4 a.m. before the alarm. Early. Dark.
After laying awake and checking email and such on my iPhone from under the covers yesterday morning, I got up about 4:30. So when my eyes popped open at 4:30 this morning, I went ahead and got up.
I've been feeling pushed for time. I don't feel busy--I just feel like there's something to be done every waking moment. I don't feel frantic--I just feel like there's lots to be done. I don't feel like things are sliding, just that they're all scheduled and need to be done when they need to be done.
This season of life is full. Not stuffed and bursting at the seams like too much turkey and pumpkin pie, just full.
So when I got up yesterday and found unexpected time to pray and work on writing Bible study, it felt like a gift. And so I wasn't too surprised when I rolled over to see the clock this morning.
(Okay, I'll admit that my first thought was "Really? 4:30? Again?" I got to worrying about not getting enough sleep, about running myself down, about not being rested. But then I thought "I'm awake. I feel awake. I don't feel sleepy. I'm ready to get up." So I did.)
And it's been another gift. An unexpected gift of time. Which is exactly what I was saying I'd like just the other day.
God made time, and I figure he can stretch it, shrink it, or stop it as he sees fit. And if waking me up early to give me an extra hour or so each day is the way he's going to do it, I'm not going to complain. Cause complaining people stop getting gifts.
I'll let you know what time I wake up tomorrow...