I rarely ever say I am tired, especially never write it, because it only makes it worse, and fussing easily becomes a bad habit, but with that said, I am really tired tonight. This week was our “Five Days of Prayer” where we pray from 5 to 10 am and 5 to 10 pm each day, and I got up at 4:15 am every morning this week except one morning when I forgot to set the alarm and woke up at 4:55 am. When I got home in the evening, by the time I get my bicycle riding done, and the other things on my daily list finished it was usually midnight or after. I did get in a nap a couple of days, but we had grand kids at our house most of the week and it was a busy and noisy place. I am looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning for as long as I feel like it.
Even though it was a full week, it was a very enjoyable week with all of the prayer time with a bunch of very passionate and committed prayers. Though I am really looking forward to the long sleep in morning, it is sad to see the “Five Days of Prayer” over. For me there was a very strong sense of God’s presence in the prayer room that seemed to get stronger each day that we prayed. I am not real big on feelings and impressions because they can be imagined and manufactured by our flesh, but in these last five days the sense of God’s presence was about as real as it gets for me. With that presence comes a deep peace and joy that transcends experience and circumstances.
Another result of the daily joy and peace that filled me was a very strong desire to be done with this life and head off to eternity and get my new body. I plan on living to the max every day God gives me and to accomplish as much as I possibly can in the time I have left, but this old body is getting so achy I wouldn’t mind at all if my time to head home was sooner than later. But enough whining, tomorrow is going to be a good day.