My Light, my Salvation, my Alarm Clock

Jesus woke me up this morning.

And while I wish I could report that He had something earth-shattering to say, He left me with one simple question:

"What time is it?"

"Time?" I rolled over, closing my eyes.

"I'm serious, human. What time is it?"

My hand flopped to the side of the bed and grabbed my phone. I brought it inches from my sleep-swollen face and pressed a key.

Nothing.

I pressed it again.

Nothing.

I pressed a zillion keys in a row.

Nothing.

My phone, which doubles as my alarm clock, had died during the night. Jesus woke me up to let me know.

So, just in case you were wondering, yes, Jesus DOES want you to get to work on time.

(This is not an isolated event, as both myself and college roommate Ashlee experienced this phenomenon multiple times in our college career. Multiple times.)


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