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“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – Lewis Carroll
Guess what all you morning people? I’m not a morning person. And I never will be. Yes, I always believe impossible things, but it seems that as soon as my eyes pop open someone is there to strangle the life out of them. And all I can think is I need a cup of coffee. I can’t even think about breakfast.
Before I can even get my mouth open to thank God for a new day thoughts bombard me. And it is evident that I have two choices. I can thank God that he causes me to triumph in all things, and that the fiery darts of doubt the enemy sends cannot put out His ability to do the impossible.
Or, I can meditate on those doubts and play party to helping the enemy destroy my dreams.
You would think it was a no brainer right? Like, hello, I’ll take the first answer for two thousand Alex. But it just doesn’t usually happen that way.
Instead while the battle of the mind is raging I roll out of bed to the sound of my husband’s alarm. The kids start trampling through the bedroom to get to the only bathroom while the other is waiting for it’s remodel. (They took lessons from Kramer on opening the door by the way. Hope you’ve seen Seinfeld.)
I may or may not squeeze in devotional sustenance, and then its school show time. And by the time they board both buses I need more Jesus, and I’m sure they do too.
This morning I awoke to my husbands return to the room after a middle of the night visit to the kitchen. It was four a.m. and I couldn’t go back to sleep.I rolled over and grabbed my phone to see if school was canceled yet. Having fallen asleep early. That’s around twelve-thirty in the morning for me. Then I read an article about making notes of our blessings so our hearts would not harden. I wrote a blog post. I got my middle scholar off two hours late due to inclement weather. I read Acts chapter one. Tried to digest when my ten year old came in and said, “Mom you know it is time for us to get up.” Had to pause and get my two elementary school girls on their bus, while talking to the Verizon internet representative and explaining that my house does exist.
And at 10 A.M.
Now here I sit. Still having not thought twice about the blessings I need to note. Having told the woman on the phone that I used to have phone service with them, but if they need to send out an engineer to verify I am in fact living at an existent address that would be fine. Having successfully been a mother who gets her kids to school on time. Realizing that in an effort to spend time with God we can forget to acknowledge His presence and turn the battle over. That we might have to reread the devotional to remember what it said. Without really getting any word in due season if we try to be a morning person when we are not.
Either way if I wake at four in the morning, or after my kids get up, I still find that I am just not a morning person. That I don’t get up in the morning to read, pray, and spend quality time with God because I do that at night.
It’s usually twelve in the morning, and I am still awake so while everyone else is sleeping. While the stillness is settling into my heart, it is then I invite the Lord to work in my heart. It is then that His words get in, go down to the heart, take root, and eventually bear fruit. It is then that I strengthen my resolve to believe those impossible things. That I stamp out the fires the enemy starts with living water. So I think my impossible things before breakfast, but not because I am an early riser. But because I stay up late to sit at the feet of the one who has risen.
My soul is satisfied as with marrow and fatness, And my mouth offers praises with joyful lips. When I remember You on my bed, I meditate on You in the night watches, For You have been my help, And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.… Psalm 63:5-7
What about you? Are you a morning person, midday, or night owl? When do you think your impossible thoughts? Just curious. Let’s own who we are.