Early hours. Mom (Lynda Coon) blessed me with the gift of gratitude for them. She is a creative soul who goes to sleep at a fairly regular time … after the weather, then wakes in the wee hours where she meets her Savior and together they sew and sort all of the love-founded trials and glories into beautiful pieces. Mostly quilts get sewn through their sessions these days. In turn, we, my brothers and sis’s-in-law and the Coon litters that follow, and many cousins and friends, wrap up in their love labor – Mom’s and the Savior’s – in our own spaces … and do our own sorting with Him.
I used to hate the “gift” of the early sleepless … ‘thanks, but no thanks, Mother’. Called it a curse, instead. I’d look at the clock at 3 AM, only to moan and fury-fight for sleep to come back. Then pistol whip my anguished-thoughts for losing sleep. Dragging outta bed exhausted.
When I asked for Divine intervention, I thought I was asking for an all-nighter sleeping potion. But, true to form, The Most High delivered rest in His way. Perspective. ‘Early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, and slipped to a solitary place.’
His Father said, “This way, son. Here is where you’ll find rest. Come to Me.”
God’s providence blows my perspective WIDE OPEN. Early hours are ambrosia hours. And, He welcomes us to meet Him in His abundant place of pages where perfect rest is brushed with angel wings.
Embrace ambrosia hours.
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