For the past two weeks, I have been awaken at 3 AM in the morning. Usually, I am awake by 4:15 AM in the morning to get up and get ready for work. I felt that I have been awaken by God for the sole purpose of prayer.

Prayer for whatever has been on my heavy heart at that time of the morning. Whether it’s warfare against the tricks of the enemy; a friend who is in need of a miracle and a breakthrough; preparing myself for marriage; protection from those who have attacked me; another friend who has experienced disappointment with the shattering of a dream that will not come forth to reality; to somehow grow in my relationship with Christ; prayer to be less shy and less introverted to be able to be more sociable and meet more people; prayer for God to bless, protect, nuture, and prepare my future wife; the need to feel secure; and a desire to delve more into the Word and to read more of the classic Christian literature written by the Reformers.

Some mornings, I feel as if my prayers have reached heaven while some mornings feel as if the prayers bounce off the ceiling. Some mornings, I have prayed the entire time while some mornings I have fallen back asleep after the fifth word to awaken at 4:15 to the sound of the alarm clock. Some mornings, I have prayed about those things mentioned in the last paragraph while other mornings only utter the words “I Thank you Lord” and/or “I Praise Your Name”.

3 AM, an obscure time, a lonely time, a dark time, a humbled time, a silent time, and a serene time.