...if you must know one (not so important) fact about me, it is that I have always loved my sleep. To the point that I don't like dreaming at night (yes, even happy ones). I don't ever feel rested and am not happy to loose any amount of sleep. Although as much as I hate it, it doesn't stop my overly active imagination to dream away on a weekly (and most commonly nightly) basis.
...also, I NEVER and I mean NEVER wake up before my alarm clock. I use every last minute before I have to roll out of my amazingly warm bed.
So, to find myself wide awake, before the jolting sound of my alarm clock fires off, my first thought was that it was God. He wanted to speak to me. And, even if it wasn't and I was just extremely rested it didn't hurt to spend a bit more time with Him.
And this is where it began.
I sat.
He spoke.
I wrote.
He spoke phrases, scriptures, instructions, and most importantly made His heart very clear. And I mean clear...clear enough for "sleep Rose" to undoubtedly hear and understand Him.
Except, what I understood was only a small portion of what was to come. Some of what He spoke sounded good, but I wasn't quite tracking with Him. But, who am I to complain! God wanted to speak and I most definitely wanted to listen, even if I didn't understand what some of it meant.
Little did I know it was a strategic plan from God.
He planted the first seed.
He spoke the first words.
He began to prepare my heart.
...I just didn't know what He was really up to...
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