Before my Mom retired, she started work at 6 am and I thought she was crazy. For over 30 years, she got up way before the sun and drove into Pittsburgh. Yes, she finished work and headed out of town long before rush hour, but 6 am? Not for me.
If you don’t know anything about me, let me give you some insight. I believe nothing good comes from being up at 5 am. This time is reserved for a unique group of people such as coffee shop owners, donut makers, snow plow drivers, and insomniacs. I’m not any of these. At one point in my life, I worked the overnight 11-7 shift and lived to tell about it. It’s one thing to end your day at daybreak, but something else to start it in the middle of the night. But, for some bizarre reason, I signed up for a 5:00 am Prayer Boot Camp. Five am, five days a week, for five weeks.
When I told MyFishGuy that I was going to get up at 5 am for Prayer Time, he looked at me like I had lost my mind. I need two alarms and numerous snooze buttons to get up every day. I mentioned this Boot Camp to two other dear prayer warriors and they both said, “oh that’s nice, not for me or YOU!” I’m not sure what prompted me to sign up for this, but I just knew I needed to do it.
As I waited for it to start, I kept thinking about how it was going to be difficult to get up at 5am. It was going to be rough to stay awake for an hour at that time. I could picture my head plopping into my coffee cup and dozing on the open pages of my Bible. I could imagine needing a nap before 8am. And extra hazelnut coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.
The night before this group started, I set two alarms for 4:58 and 4:59. When the first one went off, I hopped out of bed, shut the bedroom door, tip-toed out to the dining room and proceeded to turn on every light in the house so that I wouldn’t fall back asleep. To my surprise, that next hour flew by and I only needed two cups of coffee. Over the next few days, I realized that this was not really hard. Did I like being up at 5:00 in the dark morning? Not really, but it was wonderful looking out the backdoor window and seeing all the morning stars. Did I like going to bed between 8:30 and 9:00 twice that first week? Yes, because I certainly was tired early in the evening.
Spending that early morning hour with God has been incredible. I’ve written pages and pages in my journal. I’ve prayed while walking through each room in our home. I’ve talked, and I’ve listened. I’ve giggled, and I’ve cried. All at five o’clock in the dark morning. Who knew something beautiful could come at this time of day?
I’ve spent quite a bit of time praying in our spare room. Boxes are everywhere. Boxes filled with life-sustaining medicine for MyFishGuy. Every 4 weeks, more than sixty boxes of liquid life are delivered. Boxes that weigh over 40 pounds each. That’s equal to six 2-liter bottles of pop. It takes up one third of a room in our home. He does the difficult thing. I just come alongside him. I support him and encourage him to continue knowing that a spare kidney is coming.
I’m more than three weeks into this five-week adventure. I’ve found that spending time with God very early in my morning is a fabulous way to start my day. Prayer is essential in my life. Prayer can be an adventure no matter what time of day. And today, on Valentine’s Day, my greatest gift to MyFishGuy is to pray for him. Starting at 5am.