5:57 am

So, I've been having such a problem waking up in the morning for the past, oh, seven months. Which makes me almost late sometimes, since I feel like I've been hit by a Mack truck every am. Well. Last night, I was praying and I asked God if He could help me wake up, and then, if I was awake I could have time for to read my Bible too. Didn't think much of it and set my alarm for 6:15 am.

5:57 am. I'm having a nightmare, as I do. Something about tigers getting out of their cages, a long hill I have to walk up carrying a leaking duffle bag full of Dr. Pepper that's quickly losing it's fizz and a building when I finally get to the top of the hill full of lackluster Christians and visible manifestations of demons. You know. Just a regular Monday night terror. I start quoting Romans 8:38 to the silly faux-Christians in my dream. "Hey people, don't you know that these silly "ghosts" can't hurt you. Neither death nor life, angels nor demons..." I wake up, full adrenaline going, because as much as I'm quoting Paul here, I'm terrified of demons. I'm also terrified to look at my alarm clock, since it probably says 2:35 or something retarded like that. 5:57 am. Oh, wait... Ok, God you want me to... Yep. Got it. So I read Romans 8 this morning.

All things work together for good, for those who love him and are called according to his purpose...

~Christina