The Need to Draw Me Close

It's still dark outside when He wakes me to visit.  It's not a waking with a start - or even a couple of nudges.  It's kind of like the Hand just scans up my face and I'm full awake.  If I was to talk out loud to Him it wouldn't be sleepy morning voice.  That is how instantly awake I am.

The first time He did this was about 21 years ago.  The top three were little then all snuggled up in bed chasing dreams in their head when He woke me.  Woke me clean up.  I looked at the clock shining 5:15 am and then began to pray.  Prayed for each of them in their angel protected rooms, then prayed for their dad, wherever he was on his travels that week.  I asked Him to put things in their day that would remind them of Him.  A sunrise or sunset.  A song.  A person.  Anything so they could see Him.

For six straight weeks He woke me.  Every morning.  Five fifteen.  I talked to Him about the ones I loved then I went back to sleep to wait on the alarm.  Same prayer every morning.  The prayer He gave.

Then the diagnosis came.  Six weeks of 5:15 private conversations with Him had not only prepared my heart but prepared their hearts as well.  Helped us all to see Him through the whole journey.

Three little heads with a reality of heaven most adults cannot grasp.

Thank You Jesus.

There have been other times He felt the need to draw me close before I even knew I needed Him.  Like almost every day for a week before son's open heart surgery, and a couple of weeks when daughter was struggling.

Then there are the times I never find out what it is for.

I know it is for something.  Or He wouldn't have bothered.

He loves me that much.

 Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
   for his compassions never fail.
 They are new every morning;
   great is your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23