When I wake up early on a Sunday morning, it feels like I have a few “secret” hours to myself. I raise the blinds, turn up the music, spread out the bagels and juice, and write.
The Secret Hours started at 7am this morning and I’m quite shocked that my eyes were able to open then. Since Friday night, I’ve played over 9 ½ hours worth of Triopoly with a group of Very Fun People. That alone almost fried my brain. Oh, and the game isn’t over yet. It’s still set up in case we find time to finish it this week. (I am recovering from having to mortgage all my properties and planning on coming back to attack them all! Ahem.)
This early morning time is something I cherish. It feels as though I’m setting the stage for my day. Some mornings I feel content and ready to face the day. But there are also times when I feel a bit lost. As though the darkness of the night was too black.
But I remind myself of what a shepherd boy once wrote. He, who was use to being all alone in the hills while watching his flock, wrote of the Presence.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
If I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
If I settle on the far side of the sea,
Even there your hand will guide me,
Your right hand will hold me fast.
Psalm 139:7-10
It’s a sobering and amazing thought that God walks with me wherever I go. He can walk into my dreams, break through my fears, and reach me through confusion.