I must admit, I hate getting up early. Well, let's say I hate the first few moments of getting up early, when the alarm goes off in its rude way and the bed sings its irresistable siren song...I'm warm, I'm soft, you're sleepy, you were dreaming, don't leave... But I actually quite like it once I'm up and dressed and have shut out the calls of the night. I'm reminded of our first morning on the island of Kauai in Hawaii circa May 2003. Because our internal clocks were still back home on the East Coast, we woke naturally in the dark and took our coffee out to the beach to watch the sunrise. There was not another person on that beach and the colors of the sky and water filled us from the inside out. Worth waking up for.Easter morning this year started for us before dawn. There was excitement in the air, anticipation of something wonderful about to happen. God was going to do something. Thoughts of the women running from the empty tomb to tell the disciples, He's not there! and the disciples racing to see for themselves, formed in my mind. What waited for us at church was a blessing, a gift. He was doing something right before our eyes and whispering His love and compassion into our ears. He was showing us that what He did for us 2000 years ago is still valid and still available to each of us. It was so worth waking up for.
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