My Alarm

Last week was interesting, to say the least. Being cooped up in an apartment alone for an extended period of time isn’t my idea of fun, so when I had a chance to get out and about this weekend, I took it! I went shopping with no agenda, which is such a refreshing activity. Anything I purchased was a mini treasure; a fun surprise that I didn’t plan on. One such treasure was an awesome pair of red heals which were on sale and just my size.

I wore those shoes the very next day to church, and they looked great with my outfit! I would say that the only setback to my adorable Sunday garb was the excruciating pain my feet were in after hour 3 at church. Note to self: wear comfortable shoes to church. ALWAYS.

As much pain as I was in, I still found an excuse to do some browsing around Garden Ridge after service. Again, I didn’t have an agenda at that store; I simply wanted to walk around and see what was available. About twenty minutes into my wandering session, I wanted to scream. I had managed to meander to the back of the store at the moment my feet decided to go on strike, and my escape seemed miles away. As I hobbled up the front of the store, getting closer and closer to freedom, I noticed a large table with discount books. Being the nerd and literary hoarder that I am, I HAD to stop and see if any titles tickled my fancy. The first book I picked up turned out to be a huge blessing from God. For $3.12, I walked limped away from Garden Ridge with a book that has elevated my views of the single life. I read it in less than 24 hours.

The book was written by Patti Gordon (who actually lives in Atlanta now) and is titled Press Play:Taking the Single Life Off Hold. You can see it here.
With her consuming and relatable anecdotes, Ms. Gordon reveals the beauty of being life-long single lady who not only trust God for a husband, but also isn’t waiting around for him. I didn’t have any intentions of finding or reading this book, or anything like it. But God had ( always has) better plans.

As I finished the book last night, the last section stuck with me into the night hours. Patti talked about a friend of hers who, for a month’s time, allowed God to be her alarm clock. Literally. She didn’t set an alarm, even on the night before she was scheduled to take a major test that would reveal her competency after years of studying and hard work. God woke her up everyday. After that conversation with her friend, Patti felt lead to (reluctantly) try this out. She didn’t set an alarm on the night she needed to be up at 4AM to finish an important work deadline. God woke her up at exactly 4AM.

I read her stories about heartache and trusting God, but for some reason this one sticks out the most to me. How often do we say we trust God for all things, but aren’t truly showing it in our daily walk. I am not saying we need to leave our doors open and jump off cliffs, but for me, I find it hard to accept that I actually trust God when the thought of not setting an alarm in hopes of Him waking me up gives me sweaty palms and heart palpitations. Seriously, I don’t have asthma, but I need an inhaler stat!

So, I didn’t feel comfort going to be last night after reading about Patti’s bold and crazy trust in God. I usually set two alarms because I simply don’t trust myself, and I was actually considering leaving both OFF and trusting God to wake me up. As I thought about it, I had to laugh. God is the creator of the Universe, the Master of time and space. He also gave me the job that I was so worried about being late to, and He shows His love for me daily. Why can’t I trust Him with a simple wake up call? As a matter of fact, what better way to wake up than to be greeted by the presence of God?

So I didn’t set my alarm. Well, okay, so I set it, but I shut it off after a minute when I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Though I was just coming off 10 days of reckless staying up late and sleeping in late, and my sleep schedule was all out of whack, I HAD to see I could put my money where my mouth was. And, let’s be honest, I wanted to see if God would too.

So, I tossed and turned with fear, and I am not proud to admit it. Every time I popped up from slumber, I looked at the clock. But you know what, it almost felt like Christmas; like when I actually did wake up in the morning, I was going to be greeted with amazing presence (not presents). I kept smiling in my sleep-waking, and I kept repeating to myself, “The God of the Universe is going to wake me up today!” That is so cheesy to admit, but it’s true. And what do you know, at 5:48AM, my precious cat Simba- who makes a bed at my feet each night- bit my toe. This cat hasn’t bit me in the two years I’ve had him. He’s loving, friendly, and always lays at my feet, so any jerking or frantic movement doesn’t bother him. So after all that tossing and turning, that clock watching, the God of the Universe used my cat to wake me up this morning. On top of that, He did so at a time that allowed me a to comfortably get ready for work without stressfully running out of the door with half of my clothes on (normal routine if I wake up with an alarm clock).

So, I won’t say I passed this test perfectly. I won’t even say I feel comfortable doing this again tonight. I will say this, though: The God of the Universe woke me up this morning, He was my alarm. And if I am going to be honest, it felt and feels amazing to think that in all the world, He chose to be with me at 5:48 this morning, simply to say “I love you, THIS MUCH.”

That’s an alarm I could get used to….

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I am a 32 year old teacher in Georgia, originally from Ohio (Go Buckeyes!). I am also a singer and I recently taught myself how to play guitar. For fun, I enjoy reading and lots of Netflix binges, which is my American right! I have also been known to cycle, run half marathons, and do just about whatever I set my mind to. A charming shepherd-mix dog named Kingsley lives with me and keeps me laughing at his antics at every turn. I am learning how to love the life I live with each passing day. Sometimes it's easy...other times, I write about it.

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