Graveyard

It's 4:41am. I'm watching the sky just begin to light up on the horizon. I'm at work, doing my first (and hopefully, only) graveyard shift. I have been dreading it all week as I've been trying to alter my sleep pattern over the last few days. It hasn't been working. However, with the help of a 5-hour-energy-drink, McDonalds McCafe beverage and a couple Starbucks Doubleshots...I'm doing pretty good.

I have never considered myself a morning person, and I have many people that could agree with that. But, there is something sort of special about watching the sun rise. Maybe it's because I'm usually never awake to appreciate it. Or, maybe because of what it signifies. You know, the begining of a day, starting over and all those opportunities that lie just ahead.

I'm anxious because I'm on the alternate list for a graduate program this year. The second year I've applied, to the only school in the state that offers the program. I just got information from the Director of Admissions that they are going to make a note in my file that I am open to both the 2 and 3 year programs should a spot open up. This makes me dream a little, that maybe there really is a chance of still getting in this year. That maybe God has a purpose in the waiting. I know He does, I just fail (over and over) to remember it on a minute by minute basis.

So, as I sit and watch the sun creep up over the horizon, the crystal clear sky that reminds me it is a new day. A day that He has made. A new day to breath in the possibilities of of what this life may hold. Or, to dream about the life after this one.

However, I am dreaming a little of what my bed is going to feel like in a couple of hours. Glorious, I imagine.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29:11