I love late nights/early mornings, however you want to look at it. It’s 2am, and I’m up thinking about life. My good friend recently had a baby about a week ago, and I’m thinking maybe he and his wife are up at about this time too. Whether a person can’t sleep, a crying baby, or something else, I view middle of the nights as gifts from God. Since it’s mid-May I reflect on my two year anniversary from Wheaton Graduate School. I remember those late nights and early mornings in the academics. It seems so weird to think back on it now, almost like that was someone else. Very bizarre and almost like a hiccup in my life to think back to how I coped with those two years of life. I think of all the people cramming right now with exams in the morning. Seems strange to be done with that lifestyle sometimes. But rest assured, I don’t miss the anxiety, nerves, stress, and other self-induced pressures of my academic past.
Now late nights and early mornings don’t mean sleepy eyes, tired minds, and Greek and Hebrew frustrations. Now it’s of my own accord, with no route memorization agenda of Greek and Hebrew vocab or paradigms, but just me with my Lord. Feels kinda nice. Feels real nice actually. Instead of losing perspective and tunnel vision buried in some book, now it’s spent with reminders of God’s much larger story. That’s quite a change with how early mornings are spent. Here is to wakeful silence when others sleep, the constant presence of our Lord at 2am, and moving through even the dark and lonely hours. God is in it all, whatever 2am means for you.
