I'm so weary of hearing morning people tell everyone around them how terrific it is to rise out of bed before the rest of the family and have their "alone time" with God.
They always speak of this time as being the holiest part of the day. They always say that if they miss this time that their entire day seems to go wrong.
Listening to them gives one the impression that if you are not joining them in this early morning vigil you are not truly a good Christian. That somehow your relationship with God is not as complete as theirs.
They are so bold as to say right to our faces that not rising early is missing a blessing that somehow cannot ever be gained at any other time of the day. That somehow the opportunity is lost as the brightness of the sun covers our part of the world.
I am here to take a stand for all of us night people.
The God of the Bible is on duty 24 / 7 and He is as wide awake as I am at 11:00 P.M.
I love talking with my Father after the noise of the day has subsided. When most people are in bed asleep.
The beauty of the night sky with its sparkling stars like diamonds easily brings me to His throne to converse with Him. While gazing at the moon and the light it reflects causes me to thankfulness for the universe He created.
Worship comes in waves as I think back on the day and see His perfect will in my imperfect activities.
While the day's failures and disappointments are fresh in my mind I can take them to Him asking for forgiveness which He pours out liberally.
In the quiet of the night I remember the people that I encountered throughout the day and ask His blessings on them.
I believe God deliberately created night people and I refuse to feel guilty that my best time with my Creator is at the end of the day instead of the beginning.
When I was raising children my favorite part of the day was after they all had been bathed and tucked into bed.
I like to think that my Heavenly Father feels the same way -- when I'm all cleaned and ready for bed -- He enjoys our interaction.
Yes, and if I shut up long enough to listen to the small quiet voice in my heart, I hear Him answer my concerns and He comforts my troubled soul.
As for the annoying early risers who insist on talking to ME after my eyes squint open -- that's a rant for another time.