2:30 AM….REALLY?

It doesn’t happen every week but the are seasons where 2:30am becomes a holy moment even if I would rather be sleeping.   I usually find myself stirring at that hour, getting a drink of water, using the restroom and snuggling back into my comfy bed only to realize that God is the one who woke me…not my bladder. When that awareness occurs I usually sneak out of bed again grabbing a blanket, my journal and a glass of water to sit in the living room and wait (2:30 is too soon for coffee, to my great dismay!*).

When God wakes me, I’m alert.  It’s not a sleepy or dazed feeling, there’s a crackling expectancy in my spirit; “What are you saying, Father?”

This past Sunday morning was no different; except that I plugged in the Christmas tree lights!  Sitting in the glow of those lights, journal and Bible open I started confessing. Confessing some frustrations, some bitterness that was starting to take hold and confessing my need for Jesus to work on my attitude in some areas I had been holding back.  As I confessed the Holy Spirit ministered and touched the places of my soul that were feeling parched.

Then I began to listen.  I had poured out all the things I was holding on to, I had confessed, I had released, and I had asked for his provision; all that was left to do was listen to what the Father wanted to say in the wee hours of the morning.

And speak, he did.

2:30 doesn’t feel like a very holy place.  It feels like a nightmare when you know the work and day you have ahead.  It’s easy to give into the temptation to roll over and say “Not now God.  Can we do this at 2:30 in the afternoon instead?”.  I would have missed so much if I had curled up and closed my eyes.  Not that the Holy Spirit would not have spoken at another time, not that I would have never confessed those things but something about that time and obeying in that moment made the message timely for me.

Minister, where are your 2:30am moments?  Are you listening to the Spirit, even in the midst of all the hustle and bustle of this season I urge you to find those moments.  The quiet, holy, sacred spaces where God whispers your name and touches the parched landscape of your soul.  Those moments are where we know that we are loved and cared for, not because of what we do for God but simply because of who we are.

May you encounter God this Advent season.  May the Father speak truth to the overwhelming places, may the Spirit touch the grief that weighs you down and may Jesus’ birth remind you of just how much you are worth!

 

*If you’re wondering 4:30am is the appropriate time for coffee if God wakes you at 2:30. 2:30 feels like night time, 4:30 that’s officially morning!

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