Fly away Night Owl

I have a new responsibility at church. I am now the early morning seminary teacher. That means that five days a week I will have between five and eight or so teenagers at my house at 6:00 a.m. Let's just get it out in the open now that I am NOT an early morning person. And that is entirely because I am quite a night owl.

That being said, I sense that the Lord is preparing me for this new responsibility because the last few days, once it hits 9:30 pm, I am useless. Don't call. Don't send me an important email in hopes that I'll reply that night. The night owl in me seems to be heading out.

Goodbye late night reading until the wee hours of the morning. Goodbye quite house while all children and husband are asleep; I'll be right there with you. Goodbye last minute treats or late-night loads or laundry.

Hello inspiration. Hello feasting on the Old Testament. Hello sleepy teenagers. Hello quiet of the morning.

And now come all the morning cliches: The early bird catches the worm. Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Cease to sleep longer than is needful (okay, that one is a scripture). I know that whom the Lord the calls he qualifies. He's got some work to do with me. But I'll do my best to do my part. Wish me early morning luck! I've got two more weeks to "practice" getting up early. And as my mother always says, practice makes perfect!

Adios, night owl. This early bird is ready to hit the hay.