It's 4:15 a.m., and I'm wide awake. Been awake for hours because it's God's time. Several times a week God wakens me for him. It may be for 30 minutes, or it may be for three hours. How do I know it's him and not just a sleepless night? Well, my awake time isn't about the next day's to do list or worrying about my kids. It's about prayer - who is on my heart or what God has placed on my heart.
These past few hours have been prayer-related for people and a new family-time event that we are planning at church. How do I get through the next day? Again, it's God sustaining me. He created us to sleep, and when he deems that I've had enough shut-eye, it's time to work. I'm quite excited about the plan for the Sunday afternoon water blast and how to incorporate some lessons that will reach our families while also having a memorable time with each other. I am very thankful that God calls me to service and he doesn't ask me to do it on my own power. So I'm lying in bed, praying and planning, singing energetic songs in my head for the event. And I'm called to get up and type. "Write this stuff down," God nudges. "But I'm so comfy. I'll get it down after I get the kids to school, after I sign checks at church, after the kitchen is cleaned up, after my emails are dealt with, after I drop off the stuff for the social tonight - really before I go to Bible study I'll do it." "Now." "Okay."
So I get ready to get out of bed, and I look over at my peacefully sleeping husband who is snoring. And his snoring doesn't keep time with the songs in my head, but that's okay. And I stop and pray for him. Not because he's snoring! But because he's a rock for me. He such a hard-working, God-loving, do anything for us kind of man. He has worked his tail off to provide for us and to use his gifts from God to make this world a better place through his love, time, talents and money. I have to stop and thank God for my husband, because honestly, there are days that we are lost in the madness of the world to each other. We make sure everything is taken care of for the kids and business. We don't leave anyone at school. Bellies are full. But my heart wants more sometimes. And I have to give to him, too. God gave us to each other, and marrige is truly a gift. On the days when he's popping his gum, putting a Pop-Tart wrapper in his empty milk glass or just being less than I want him to be, I need to stop and put it in perspective and remember unconditional love for this man with whom I share my life. Just like he needs to love me when I'm right or more focused on the kids' needs than his.
I think it's fun how God multitasks in my life. He honors my obedience and creates ways for me to get my work done and to focus on the important parts of life. Once sunrise hits and the snoring ceases, my call is to obey and show my love more to my husband and make him a priority. Fed Ex morning delivery is not nearly as urgent a message as God putting it on my heart before daybreak. Time to write the other stuff down before the battery goes...
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