Hey God? You still up?
Of course you are ... you're God. You're always up.
Can I ask you something?
Why do you keep waking me up?
This is getting old.
Anyway ... since we're both up, can we chat for a few?
It's dark, the house is quiet ... well I got Dave F.M. streaming "Acoustic Sunrise" but other than that it's quiet ... and Johnny Cash is singing "Sunday Morning Coming Down" and it makes me think of you.
First, as much as it irritates me you woke me up when I was snuggled and warm in bed, you did it in a really cool way. So I appreciate that. The way you sprinkled stars in a pitch black sky so they shone especially bright was excellent! Then the way you had them throw stardust straight into my eyes forcing them open was pleasant to look at ... until I couldn't shut my eyes anymore.
So I lay there figuring why you were waking me up yet again. Rather than toss and turn for an hour or so, I just got up. Thanks a lot! (and I mean that sarcastically!).
I got dressed, saw that it 4:32 and, as you know, said "Thank God."
There would be coffee at the Breakfast Club.
The next words I said were, "Good God! Jesus Christ! It is frigging cold!"
Stumbling inside the door marked "Exit Only" four chefs all simultaneously stopped what they were doing and staring.
"Where you off to?" Chris asked.
He did this because normally when I'm traveling I storm through the Club at an ungodly hour. (Hmmm ... God did you invent ungodly hours? That's an interesting question. I'd like an answer to that one.) I grab a coffee for the airport and they ask me where I'm going.
"Nowhere," I answered him today. "I just missed y'all."
"Bullshit!" all four said at the same time.
I poured myself coffee and sat down.
Back home now, I'm pondering why you woke me up so early. This is becoming a habit and I must confess ... and confession is good for the soul ... I really don't care for it. I get up early anyway. This is getting ridiculous. What do you need me up so early for?
I see ... no answer.
Thanks.
I'll talk. I hope you're listening. I believe you are.
I find myself a bit antsy these days ... like I'm full of anticipation that things are getting ready really take off. It's the calm before the storm syndrome ... nothings happening yet but I sure feel it coming. I'm finding this makes me more reflective and ... that makes my friends ask questions like "What the hell is up with you?"
Shirley sent me hugs and concerns. Samuel Adams, who plays damn good live music on Tybee Island, hugged me and told me that you told him to tell me what to do. Conner and Hania called from heaven knows where demanding to know ... when and where. My brilliant daughter-in-law Marie is ordering me to make plans. Johnny O keeps telling me how warm it's going to be. Sarah just keeps looking at me and smiling.
So God ... I figure you're up to something. It's like you're planning a surprise birthday party. Is that it?
I see.
You're still keeping quiet about it all.
Fine then.
I don't have a clue what you're doing to my life but ... I don't know ... people seem excited about.
Thanks.
I'm going back to bed.
