There is something very empowering about waking up early.
Something about the dawn, the morning dew, the crickets that are still half chirping.
Something about the brand spanking new start to a day, the no mistakes, the totally clean state.
This thought popped into my head early this morning as I crept up the stairs of my mom's house and shut the front door quietly behind me so as not to wake the people who were still asleep inside.
For some reason I feel strong and alive at that incredibly early hour. Most of the world was still sleeping when I left my house at 6:20 am, but it felt good to be up before everyone, as if somehow I was ahead of the curve. I felt like I was in complete control of myself simply because I had managed to drag myself out of bed at an hour that we'd all like to pretend doesn't exist. And if I can wake up at 6 am, surely I can do anything I set my mind to.
Somehow I feel closer to God in the early hours of the morning. As if He's more alive, more present, more ready to listen. (Or maybe it's that as the day goes on, everything else pushes Him out?) The early morning seems almost a gift from God, "Here, Bon. This is brand new. You get to do with it whatever you want."