I went to bed late-ish. I was in bed at around 12:00am.
I was beat, tired, exhausted….
By 7:02am, my eyes popped open. I had no alarms. I heard no disturbing/alarming sounds outside the house. But still, my eyes popped open.
I wanted to cry.
I asked Daddy, “Why am I awake this early?”
Then I remembered a thought I had before going to bed, “If I go to sleep ‘early’, I could get up earlier and catch up on some work.”
So I rolled out of bed, got ready, and hit the office/study area.
- I’m still breathing.
- God is THE BEST alarm clock!