Why I'm up at 4 o'clock in the morning and maybe you should be to
Mornings are hard for me, especially when they start with feeding the crying baby at some ridiculous hour. At 4 o'clock in the morning specifically.
Every. Single. Day.
But today as I sit here with a baby and a bottle, I'm reminded through the open window nearby that despite the fact it's the middle of the night the crickets are still busy praising God. The stars are still twinkling brightly glorifying their Creator. The wind is still rustling through the trees, telling the world of the Savior. All of Creation is busy worshiping God. The creation is doing nothing right but exactly what it is created to do- bring glory to it's Creator and praise Him.
Still. At 4 o'clock in the morning.
Mere bugs, vegetation, and elements maintain perfect obedience to God. I am convicted. Surely as firstfruits of His creation (James 1: 18) I can manage to do better.
Even at 4 o'clock in the morning.