Waking Up With God

I've got a new rhythm now. One not found in any self-help book or productivity planner. It’s a holy rhythm—a divine call and response between me and my Creator.

Whenever God wakes me up in the middle of the night, I don’t fight it anymore. I don’t toss, turn, or beg for more sleep. I get up. I sit in the silence, in the dark, with the birds beginning to stir, and I wait. I wait on a word. A whisper. A revelation. And baby, He never disappoints.

See, the human body needs sleep—science will tell you that. The brain literally begins to decay without it. But what if what we really need isn’t more sleep, but true rest?

And I mean rest in the biblical, sacred sense. The kind that heals your soul, not just your cells. A full day unplugged from people, a plate of nourishing food, a slow walk, and some unhurried time in God’s word—when I offer myself that kind of Sabbath rest, I find I need little to no sleep for the rest of the week. That’s Kingdom math.

We misunderstand rest. We chase sleep, crash into beds with buzzing brains and restless hearts, hoping to feel restored. But rest—the kind God ordained—is intentional, holy, and healing. That’s why He made the Sabbath, y’all. Not just to make us sit still, but to restore us, recalibrate us, and draw us back into intimacy with Him.

So now, when I rise between 2:30 and 5 a.m., I don’t groan. I grin. That’s our time. I light some incense or take a puff and lean into the silence. Just me and God. That space—before the world wakes up and starts pulling on me—is sacred. The downloads He gives in those hours are priceless. Prophetic. Weighty. Life-giving.

Try it. Next time you're stirred in the still of the night, don’t roll over. Ask Him: “Lord, do You want to talk to me?” I promise you, the answer will be yes. When else does He get your undivided attention?

I serve all day—teaching yoga, parenting, holding space for others. But nothing compares to the quiet power of those early morning moments with the Holy Spirit. That’s when I receive the vision. The clarity. The correction. The comfort. I’m on His time, so I follow His timeline.

Let me be real with y’all—when I ignore the call to rest, the consequences are swift and sharp. Just last week, I gave too much. Poured from a cup that was cracked. I planned to rest on Saturday, honor the Sabbath as I always do. But life shifted. My ex bailed on his weekend with our daughter, so I had her with me. That threw off my whole rhythm. I overextended myself again—longer walk than usual, pushed past my body’s warning signs. Aggravated my sciatica.

I had a whole Pentecost Sunday planned. Church at 8 a.m., yoga after, then dinner with a friend. But God had other plans. He kept me up late, speaking, downloading, convicting. He warned me—“If you don’t rest, there will be consequences.” I accepted it. Tried to move forward anyway. Got up, went to yoga, shopped for dinner, pushed through.

And just when I said, “Lord, I’m tired,” boom—my dinner date canceled. A clear window to rest. But did I? Nope. I kept going. Until God made my leg give out. That’s when I finally got the damn message.

So I sat my tail down. Made a simple meal. And spent the rest of the day with Him. Thought I was gonna sleep like a rock that night. Nope. Slept four hours, right back up at 3 a.m. Because guess what?

God is gonna get His time. Period.

If He wakes you, it’s because He wants you. Needs to talk to you. Love on you. Strengthen you. Trust that He’ll carry you through the day on His strength. He doesn’t disturb your sleep to rob you of rest—He invites you into something far deeper.

Beloved, when you feel that divine nudge in the night, answer. Sit with Him. Breathe with Him. Listen.

Because this isn’t just spiritual discipline.

It’s divine romance.