4am and the sound of early morning silence

About six years ago, I started waking up to what I can only describe as Jesus whispering: Come. I have mysteries I want to reveal to you. That invitation got me out of bed at 6:30am, curled up with coffee, re-reading the Bible cover to cover.

Very quickly those morning dates felt too short. So I moved to 6am, then 5:30, then 5:00 — and now I wake at 4am, five days a week. Truth be told, I usually open my eyes at 3:30 before my alarm ever sounds.

You can keep your cold plunges. For me, there is nothing more invigorating than starting my day this way. The reverberating quiet of early morning opens my mind in ways no other part of the day allows.

This became the space in which I wrote. Thoughts would dance around in my head and my fingers would tap out revelations I didn't fully understand until the next morning, when He would refine them into concepts I could hold and eventually share.

It became — and remains — a sacred space between me and my Father. This book is the overflow from those hours.