Traditionally, I awake at 4:50am with two things on my mind: Coffee and information.
After five or six hours of down time, my brain begs for stimuli; for the news of the earth and the caffiene to supercharge the processing of that information. I cruise about 10 websites, a blend of news network and newspapers. By 5:35, I am warmed by the cup of coffee and thoughts of the events of the world.
Recently, I've been awakened in the wee hours with another craving, not of body, but of spirit. I suddenly care less about getting the facts of the days events correct and more about getting to the reality behind the facts - what the Spirit is saying and whether or not I can hear it or not.
I'm turning ever so slightly, sails fully extended, catching the slightest breeze of change. Even so, to my soul it feels like a full-on gale. God is on the move. I dread that I might miss Him because I'm more intrigued by the curl of the waves than I am the wind of the Spirit.
So here I am, God. Come. Come and visit. It's all I really want. Even while I sleep.