Early on Sundays...

Waking up at 8am on a weekend morning is not something most college kids would be willing (or sometimes able) to do. Even for me, I have found only one thing that manages to encourage me to roll out of my warm, fluffy bed and actually get ready for the day. That thing is my church. As a freshman, the only church service I ever made it to was Easter Sunday. But this year, I made a new promise to myself to try to make it there every week. And I can honesty say that nothing has been more worth losing a few hours of sleep over. My friends and I drag each other out of our dark, cozy caves, brew a quick pot of coffee, and enjoy the time we get together. We have been able to grow so much closer as friends and in our faith because of our resolutions to brave the early morning and dedicate an hour to God. But this one hour out of my week has put a pressing desire on my heart to give one hour a DAY to meditate on, read about, or talk with Him. I only hope I can be as consistent in this as I have been every Sunday. It seems that the more I seek God, the more he urges me to dive even deeper into my faith which is both a challenge and blessing in my life.