Strength for the Day
Sunday night many years ago. Burleigh Heads. "Have you set your alarm?" my well-meaning mother asked. "You'll need a good sleep tonight. But you mustn't sleep in!" "It's fine," I replied, "I've set it for seven. I want to get as much sleep as possible." I pushed away the fears that plagued me as I faced a new teaching job. I was still very tired after a long illness. The next day I would start work – the first job I'd had for many long months. Though still tired and unwell, I wanted to work. So . . . I was having an early night and planned to get up as late as possible. A nice long sleep would definitely help. I turned off my bed lamp, trying to ignore my feelings of apprehension. I slept deeply. Photo by Pam Bishop I woke early. The air was electric with the Presence of God. Dim light from the first rays of sunshine lit my room. I looked at the silent alarm clock. A quarter to six, not seve...