I owe it all to God.
The thing about being the only one awake is that you are if anything, more aware of your surroundings since you are doing your best to make sure you don't wake anyone. A time like that it's easy to feel alone, and distant. But for some reason when I woke up at 2 am, I felt safe. Comfortable. And if anything well rested, even though I fell asleep at midnight. I woke up and I started thinking of all the things I wanted to do for the ministry and how nervous I am for the upcoming weeks. But in all that noise and commotion going on inside my head, God basically yelled at me through thunder in the distance saying:
"STOP THINKING! TALK TO ME!"
I stopped and I thought... when's the last time I legitimately got on my knees and talked to God? Right then and there the spirit came over me overwhelmingly so and I had to leave the room so my crying wouldn't wake up my wife. I walked out, got on my knees and prayed.
It was awesome. God is so good.
I tell you this because I just can't help but stress the importance of a constant prayer life. We shouldn't have to let our minds go crazy and try to figure everything out on our own. That's where Satan creeps in and makes the good thing God started seem like it's not within your abilities. And on top of that, God shouldn't have to "yell" at us as loud as thunder for us to remember that He wants us to come to Him for everything.
One thing my dad said to me before he boarded the plane to go back home, was that "God's worked like crazy to get you guys here, don't you dare think He's gonna stop working now that He has you where He wants you."
True that father of mine... true that.
It says in Philippians 4:6:
Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.
Let's go back to the basics people. I take it for granted as much as anyone else does.
Trust Him.
Pray to Him.
Thank Him.
It's that simple.
