Day 1. AWESOME! Went exactly as planned. Got up at 5, showered, drank coffee and read my bible! I was so productive that I even painted in the bathroom during naptime. I know, it’s amazing.
Day 2. Rough. Cora woke me up at 4:45am. It was cold downstairs – and I ran out of hot water in my shower. Malaki woke up at 6:30, threw up at 6:45… I did get to read my bible and hang out with Brian. It just wasn’t quite as smooth. Got a migrane at 3 o’clock. Went to bed at 8:30.
Day 3. Up at 5:12. Had a good shower. 5:40am: Went to wake Brian up and both of the kids woke up. I was able to keep Malaki in bed until I had read my bible. Encouraging. Got the news about my friend, Khrista. Spent most of the day trying to get info about her situation, praying for her, and enlisting others to pray for her.
Days 4 & 5. Slept in – I decided to start out with 5 day weeks instead of jumping right in to 7.
Day 6. Up at 5:40 (went to bed late) had a good time reading. *I was at my parent’s house* Then I went to see Khrista in Springfield – such an answered prayer!
Day 7. Stayed up late the night before. Didn’t get up until 7ish. Missed the time in the Word, and coffee.
My own 5 O’Clock Club has been really good for me. I’ve never been “on-purpose” enough about having time alone in the Word. When I was in high school and college it was easy. I just stayed up after my roommates and read my bible before bed. It worked, I grew, no worries. Then I married a morning person. This means: late nights are not a lifestyle option. That’s totally fine – but I never adapted my habits. So, unfortunately, for the past 4 1/2 years it has been hit and miss between me and my bible.
This week was tough. As you can see, I missed a few early mornings. Rome wasn’t built in a day. (that’s what they say). I’m going to keep trying. Most days it was really, really good to be up and showered and refreshed by the time my family woke up. And usually, on the days I missed – I wished I had been able to get up earlier. I think the positives definitely outweigh the negatives.
However… this morning was not so good. I was NOT ready to get up when Cora cried at 4:45am, because I knew I wouldn’t have time to go back to sleep before 5. My coffee was bitter, and my mind was fuzzy as I tried to read Brian’s bible (since mine was in the car). I was not quite done when I heard both of the kids waking up. Not cool. The rest of the morning was not bad, but it started rocky and I had a hard time coming back from that. I felt like giving up.
But lo! The guys at the Desiring God blog had a post called, When You Don’t Feel Like It, Take Heart. It was encouraging to be reminded that this (waking up early) is like exercise: really uncomfortable for a time, really worth it in the end.
It is worth it. It is worth it. It is worth it. It is worth it…