The upside of the 4:30 a.m. wake up

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

I lied. Its 5:07 a.m. My alarm was set for 4:30, but somehow I managed to climb awkwardly over my husband from where he traps me on the wall side of our bed at 4:52. Tea on, scone consumed, and here I sit, clacking away in the darkness of my cabin, desperately hoping that nineteen month old Ruthie will not wake to end this moment of bliss.

So why do I do it?

Because the silence of the pre-morning hours bring out the best in me.

Because George, the Saint Bernard’s snoring is highly conducive to productivity.

Because there are 108,595 words that need my attention.

Because if I don’t, I may never find time to do the thing which I love most.


And that makes all the difference.

Ha, look at me, so dramatic. But I am committed to this, and to getting the Truth of the Gospels out to the world of the naysayers, to theΒ staunch agnostics, to the evolutionists, to the bitter hearted ones. Writing is love, and love points to the Creator. Right? Of Course right.

So join me at your own 4:30 am, or 5:07, it doesn’t really matter. But please join me on this journey.