2am

This is my favorite time of year. When it's warm outside, but there's a cool breeze. When the sun sets, the air feels crisper, fresher. You start to contemplate pants, boots, sweaters, and jackets. You begin to crave coffee, hot chocolate, hot apple cider, and crock pot meals. It only gets better from here as far as I'm concerned. The next 9 months are my favorite months of the year...

This is my favorite time of night. The whole world is still. The dogs are sleeping. The crickets are chirping. The windows are open and fresh air floats into the house, pushing the old, recycled air out. It's quiet. I'll put on a classical station on pandora on a low volume -- just enough to be barely heard noise. And I'll dive into the pool of feelings. This is when I am most reflective. When my craving to write is more than just a craving -- it's a need.

I wonder. Marvel. I am in awe.
Of the life God has given me. Of how he has worked in my life; to open doors. To shut others. To help me through struggle, fear, doubt. Of this world I get the pleasure to live in -- how marvelous is his creation!

I reflect.
On how I am choosing to spend my time. Do I need to adjust my priorities? Is there an area in which I need to be more aware? Is there an area in which I am too attentive/obsessive?

I dream.
Of where I might be going next. Of how I might be used by God in the future.
Will he finally stir me to write a book? What will it be about? Will it be fictional or will it be a testimonial?
Will he challenge me to begin speaking - sharing my testimony, sharing my struggle, sharing my triumph?
Will I stay where I am? Will I return to where I was? Will I be pulled into a totally different career?
Will I become a mother?