I was trying to make the effort to wake early {thanks to Planet Mommyhood} and to spend time with the Lord and to get some other things done that I normally let slide. But the night before I was plain exhausted. I had already been waking early for a couple days and it was beginning to wear on me. I had already decided I would sleep in.
The next morning God awoke me at 5:30am. I laid there debating with myself. I could fall back asleep and grab a few more zzzz’s which would probably making me a better person to deal with. Or I could haul myself out of bed and go downstairs, out to the deck and enjoy some Bible time, prayer and worship. I want you to know that I really was struggling. My flesh wanted sleep, but my soul desired to be fed. Ugh, why can’t those two ever get along.
I went down, grabbed a coffee and headed outdoors.
