God woke me up today to talk. I checked the time out of habit and it read 2.48. I had been sleeping for less than five hours. My late nights should stop, I reminded my brain. It replied with a scoff, since when have we started taking orders from you? Well, isn’t the mind just a master of its own inclinations. But back to the Lord. The early morning appointments are not unusual, I used to have 4 am rendezvous. I think it has something to do with the fact that my name means ‘one who listens’ derived from the masculine name given to the little Hebrew boy who was instructed to reply, ‘Speak Lord, your servant hears’.
So, I am up in my bed watching the darkness and trying to piece together the dream I was having. I checked the time again a little later and found 2.59. Eleven minutes of silence. ‘Sam’, I heard the tug in my heart. He always calls me by name. Sure I get the occasional, My child, but He uses my first name; the title of the vessel He fashioned. I perked the ears in my soul. His instruction was simple: Stay on your knees.
