Sometimes I do my best thinking, my most productive writing laying in bed around 4:30 when dawn is just deciding if it's going to break through, when the birds are figuring out if it's worth waking to begin their morning song. No keyboard is in sight, the words spin in my brain, figuring out what they might look like on paper. Fingers are still, I breathe deep.
And at o'dark thirty this morning I knew that after another round of deep sleep I would awaken for the day and write about worship. And hope that it would somehow fit into this 5 Minute Friday prompt.
And, wonder upon wonders it did! Really. I didn't have a clue, wasn't hanging round the screen at the midnight prompt.
But He, for some reason, seemed to prepare my heart ahead.
Because tonight I will meet with dear sisters in Christ who have asked me to go to a Sidewalk Prophets concert. We will break bread together and then head to a place where we will worship our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Already I know it's going to be a powerful encounter, a needed soul re-filling at the end of a very intense summer.
And I couldn't help but think that this is just a glimpse of heaven. Gathering with dear sisters, and brothers, too. Breaking bread, walking streets of gold. And heading straight to the throne where we'll lay down our crowns and worship, the awesome One, the only One who is worthy of this act of deepest gratitude and praise.
I can't wait.