My husband’s alarm went off and broke me out of a deep sleep. I stretched, took a deep breath, and considered whether to get up. I’m fighting off a cold, I hadn’t slept all that well, maybe I could sleep for twenty more minutes, until my oldest daughter would come in to wake me up … no. I should get up. A thought popped into my head: “This is how I praise the Lord.”
Was it the Holy Spirit? Or just a random thought my groggy mind came up with? Who knows. But it got me out of bed, with purpose and resolve. And it stuck with me through the day: to get up promptly, to greet the day cheerfully, to prepare myself to shoulder the day’s responsibilities, and to keep going throughout the day – this is how I praise the Lord.