The God of Wonders beyond our wildest imagination, who created the heavens and the Earth; the God of the skies and the waters – the God of the storm.
The God who split the sea and piled the water on each side so that His people would escape from their oppressors on dry land, and look back to see the walls of the sea crashing down on their pursuers. The God of fire by night, and cloud by day.
The God who has numbered the grains of sand on the earth, and who placed the stars in the sky. The God who walked with Adam and Eve in the dawn of humankind.
The God who can take a valley of scattered, sun-bleached bones and draw them together, to recreate the bodies they once held and breathe life into them; and make them into an army.
The God of light who commands the armies of angels and chariots of fire.
The God Who Was, and Is, and Who Will Be.
This is our God; the One we worship.
This God of Wonders, of the sea and the sky, is the Father who woke me up at 5:15am this morning, because I asked that He would.
Four days ago, I wrote out a precise schedule of what I wanted my morning routine to look like; for the purpose of being more disciplined and organised, and present in my prayers, Bible reading, and day’s work – to spend more intentional time with God.
Knowing how famously bad I am at getting out of bed after my first (…and second) alarm goes off, I prayed to my Heavenly Father to help.
The morning routine that I had planned out started at 5:15am. I didn’t ask Him for this exactly timed wake-up call; I simply noncommittally committed that schedule-list to Him in prayer.
Every morning since I did, I have been “naturally” stirred from my sleep at precisely 5:15 in the morning.
The first and second morning, I didn’t get up. Instead, I went back to sleep and waited for my back-up alarm, set at a more “young-adult-friendly” time a few hours later.
God had woken me up; but I still had to get up.
At the end of each day, I prayed again; asking God for increasingly more rude awakenings to get me to follow through on my end (there may have been a spiritual lesson learned from this process, but it’s time will come).
Short of sending a flaming Angel to shake me awake (which I may or may not have asked Him to do if that’s what it takes), this morning’s stirring was pretty efficient, yet gentle; though still drawing out the “morning person” within me, I was able to get through my planned routine, Bible reading, and prayer without the distracting consciousness of needing to be somewhere else.
I am still in awe of how intently the God of the Universe had listened to my childlike request, and how readily He had been willing to meet it; and of how I am quite sure that at 5:15am tomorrow morning, I will be roused from my sleep again.
The Holy, Unfathomable God who created every seen and unseen thing is the Father who gently (and persistently) woke me from my sleep this morning, as I asked, so that I could spend time in His loving arms.
This is our God, whom we adore; who did not spare even His beloved Son in paying the cost of our redemption, because of how He loved us.
He is the God who knew me in the womb and planned a purpose for my life before I was born. He is the God who has never left me, and who has known my heart more intimately than anyone in my life; the hurts, the sorrows, the desires, the hopes, and the dreams.
This is truly the God of Wonders: that He who formed every mountain and designed the galaxy beyond our world, would gently stir me from my sleep so that I can spend time in His loving embrace.
Thus says God the Lord,
Who created the heavens and stretched them out,
Who spread out the earth and its offspring,
Who gives breath to the people on it
And spirit to those who walk in it,
“I am the Lord, I have called you in righteousness,
I will also hold you by the hand and watch over you,
And I will appoint you as a covenant to the people,
As a light to the nations,
To open blind eyes,
To bring out prisoners from the dungeon,
And those who dwell in darkness from the prison.
Isaiah 42:5 – 7