I recently got to thinking, and realized that we haven’t done the best job of giving our friends a good picture of what life is like for us right now. I want to try something different for a while. I plan to update our blog more often with short stories and thoughts on living here. We’ll see how long it takes me to run out. So without further ado, here we go.
I wake up abruptly, and realize it’s still dark outside. Why… oh yes, next door. It’s around 5:50 in the morning and he’s calling everyone to pray. We’re so close that we generally don’t sleep through the call to prayer. Sometimes I think that since he’s calling people to pray, I might as well pray too; and I do.
Today though, I wonder about him, as I listen to the loud, yet strangely tinny cries coming through the speaker. Who is this man, whose voice we recognize, but whose face is a mystery? Does he live nearby? Have we seen him on the street? I respect him although I expect I can’t agree with him much on spiritual things.
I have to admire his faithfulness, even if we clearly disagree on beliefs. I am not a morning person. The idea of getting up extra early in the morning to worship my Father is something I always want to do, but never seem to be able to implement well.
This morning, I wonder how my life, the lives of my family and my kids, might look different if I had the same drive to show my devotion to my Father – to study His Word and talk to Him. I wonder…