For ten days straight, I have been up at 3 am. Not ideal for a mama of four. There really isn't anything going on at 3 am. Nothing to do while I wait for the Advil to kick in. There is the gross rerun of Law and Order Criminal Intent. Facebook is up at 3 am and surprisingly some of my friends are too. After a few days of self help commercials, dead bodies on TV and the mind less trap of social media -- 3 am becomes a bit depressing.
It is quiet at 3 am, it is dark at 3 am, it is lonely at 3 am -- or is it?
I have realized 3 am is not too bad. God is with me at 3 am. It is just him and me. No distractions. No busyness. Nothing but the two of us. There is a lot to talk about with God at 3 am. There are a lot more answers I am able to hear at 3 am.
So while sleep may be a precious gift, 10 days of 3 am have been even more precious.
Now, oatmeal - that is for the birds at this point!