Clarity comes at 3am

I don't know what it is about the wee hours of the morning to bring life's intangibles into such great a focus. Perhaps God honors the undivided attention that night affords our efforts to seek Him out.

Standing behind a pulpit has only served to let me know that I'm meant to stand behind a pulpit. Not as a shepherd watching over a flock, but as one speaking the truth to desperate ears. Perhaps not in a church, but in an arena where the trappings of organized religion cease to be a hindrance to the work of the Holy Spirit. Only time will tell how and when and where this calling is realized.

It soothes my soul beyond the description of words to know that, even through all the uncertainty and upheaval, His plan still remains untarnished. Through all the anxiety, frustration, fear, anger, sleepless nights and unproductive days, I am still resting safely in the palm of His almighty hand. My seemingly limitless capacity to fail is eternally overshadowed by the infinite grace and mercy of the God I so enthusiastically serve.

I don't see how anyone who doesn't know Christ survives nights like this.

Clarity comes at 3am.