I heard my husband’s heavy footsteps on the stairs, and I came awake from my morning napping spot on the couch downstairs. (The life of an insomniac.) I stretched and thought, Oh no, it’s awfully light out! Running to a clock I realized it was 7:40, and I had heard nary a sound from my teenager who is supposed to leave for school at 7:45.
My husband and I ran to Caleb’s room, and I gently ran fingers through my boy’s hair.
Wake him up! my husband hissed.
It has to be soft like a mom! I hissed back.
Baby, I said to my 6’ junior. It’s 7:40. You have 30 seconds to wake up, 10 seconds to eat breakfast, and 45 seconds to shower.
His eyes popped open, and with an amazing assembly line we got that kid out the door at 7:50.
Some days it’s just hard to get out of bed.
Usually it’s not a missed alarm that keeps us under the covers, though. Most often it’s dread or depression or soul fatigue. In Montana it’s a cold house that holds us under warm blankets.
We ask ourselves, How can I possibly do this day?
On Wednesday night I told my Bible study ladies the gospel is the answer for everything, so this morning I’m wondering if preaching a short gospel sermon to ourselves is just what we need to get those toes out from under the covers.
Here it is:
Jesus rescued us from the dominion of darkness, for the purpose of one day seeing us walk into his presence blameless and completely pure.
Everything that happens in this day is part of the preparation.
The laundry, the lunch making, the waiting in line at the bank. The Spirit of God wakes you up soft, like a mom would, and whispers in your ear, There is purpose. Up you go.
We are being made presentable.
“Once you were alienated from God and were enemies in your minds because of your evil behavior. But now he has reconciled you by Christ’s physical body through death to present you holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation.” (Colossians 1:21-22 NIV)
Don’t you think that’s worth getting out of bed for?