I am a morning person. I don't mind getting up early, in fact, I actually enjoy it. The house is dark and quiet and peaceful. And because everyone else is still asleep there's no pressure to run the vacuum.
I used to use this time to read blogs, write blog posts, check email or see what was happening on Facebook. And if I had some time to spare before time to get everyone up for the day, I would read the Bible and/or pray.
But gradually, over time, I felt as if God was calling me to spend less time on the other things in those early morning hours and more time reading the Bible and praying. So now I start the day with God and not with Facebook.
Lately, before I crawl out of bed, I have been asking God to speak to me through the scripture I am about to read and to help me get a better understand of what I am reading.
I turned the alarm clock off on Wednesday morning and lay there with my eyes closed asking God to help me understand what I would be reading that morning. While I was laying there I began to drift off to sleep. Just five more minutes, I thought to myself, and then I'll get up.
I was almost completely asleep when I felt my body shake! I immediately sat up in bed. Was God physically shaking me awake so I would get up and continue reading through the book of Numbers? My heart was racing!
I looked over at Dan and he was sound asleep. He didn't shake me and I didn't dream it. I actually moved! It must have been God!
I hopped up, ran downstairs with my heart racing and opened up the Bible to Numbers chapters 21 and 22. As I was reading, I was eagerly anticipating God speaking something wonderful to me. Perhaps he was going to finally answer my prayer of what I should be doing with my life. Whatever he was going to tell me had to be big for him to reach down and shake me awake!
As I read about the bronze snake and Balaam and his donkey, I thought, these are good stories but where is my message?
I finished reading and started praying and before I knew it, my quiet time was over and the day was about to start. Oh well, I thought, perhaps I didn't study the chapters enough to determine the special message.
I forgot all about it until Friday morning. I turned my alarm off and laid there for an extra minute trying to gather the energy I needed to get up. Right about that time, Dan shoved his knee into my rear end as if to say "get up".
O.k. so it probably wasn't the hand of God but the knee of Dan that woke me up on Wednesday!
Maybe I should re-read Numbers 21-22 just to be safe.