Inspirational Awakening

The fever had been high late into the night, but at 2:30 A.M., it broke. The little girl’s mother breathed out in relief. She’ll be O.K. in the morning, she thought.

Harry shifted into second as he approached the top of the hill. It's 2:45 and 330 miles to go before Tulsa, he told himself, as he started imagining the hotcakes and sausages at Dolly's Diner. He looked to the eastern horizon. Stars stared back at him from the very rim.

Bernice peered through the gap in the curtains, careful not to move them for fear someone would notice. Though it was ten minutes ’til three, the noise next door continued: words and objects sailing through the air, hurting and crashing when they hit. Bernice wondered if this apartment had been a good move after all. Cheaper is not always better, especially when you’re 77 and all alone. She stayed close to the phone, its 9-1-1 programmed into the auto-dialer. If only morning would come, she worried. Surely they’ll be worn out by then. She expected a gun shot at any moment.

Paul's eyes popped open at 3:02. Still dark? he frowned. Every year the same thing. The night before the State Fair seems to last forever. He rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

All four longed for dawn, each for his or her own reason.

The poet says: “My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning” (Ps. 130:6). Whether your reason is concern for an ailing loved one, a desire to complete your task, fear of physical harm, anticipation of something wonderful, or some other reason, wait for the Lord--eagerly and confidently. Like the dawn, the Lord is worth the wait.

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