I've been convicted recently that I need to be spending more quality time with God. Last night I thought that I would try to rise a little earlier this morning to do just that. Okay, those of you who know me well can stop laughing now. My normal morning routine consists of falling out of bed just in time to shower, get dressed, pack a lunch, and jet. So, I thought, maybe God and I could do a little tag-team. Lord, I really want to spend time with you. Will you please wake me up in time to do that? Just do whatever means necessary, aside from having Yahtzee (my cat) hurt me. Please don't let him hurt me, but just allow me to wake up in time to spend some time with You. On a regular day, my normal wake up time is 6ish. This morning Josh had to be here 15 minutes earlier, so I had set my alarm clock for 5:45. This is without the alotted time for said quality time.
My eyes opened at 5:18 am. No Yahtzee, no weird noises. They just opened.
Then I went back to sleep.
Augh! I hate mornings. Absolutely hate them. Or rather, I hate how it affects me.
When I was telling Josh about my shameful behavior this morning, our talk turned to the time and how we actually left the house when we needed to.
He said, We really need to leave at this time every day.
I looked at him, Then you need to help me get up b/c I have such a hard time!
He was quick with his retort, If God can't do it how can I?
This comment was made in jest, but he has a point. Not that God couldn't lift me up out of bed and shove me in the right direction every morning. I absolutely believe that He could. But maybe I need to rethink my strategy a bit...