It’s 5:40am. The alarm I set woke me up at 5. This is when it is silent. I can be alone with God. I hear from him and my soul starts the day at rest. I recently heard an amazing speaker who said he gets up at 4am. I don’t think I’ll ever do that – that’s crazy. However, this man is extremely accomplished, passionate about what he does, and he disciplines himself to be able to do what he values.

I want to be a devoted follower of my savior. For me (You do not have to do this) – For ME, early morning has always been the most sacred time. If I value this sacred space, I will nurture it, I will sacrifice for it. I realized this morning, as I was jolted awake by my alarm (it is the harp-sounding one; normally I think it sounds like angels, but today it was pretty jarring), that I need to make a shift in how I think about getting up. I usually think about getting up after a specific number of hours of sleep (usually 7 or 8); so the time I get up varies, based on when I go to bed. I’m going to stop that. I am moving forward with the thought that “I get up at 5.” If I go to bed late, too bad for me.

I just deleted every saved alarm time in my phone (I bet I had 40 different alarm times saved – not sure why I had accumulated all that, but I think it reflects what I’m talking about – unfocused, undisciplined), and now I just have one. 5am. Every day. Because I get up at 5.