4:30 is a time of day most of us have little proof happens twice. I awoke certain I just felt my first earthquake in San Francisco, but as the morning came into focus I realized that my bed was still, and it was my body that causing all the motion. The peace of my momentary rest had disappeared and along with it went the numbness God gives us before the storm comes in. When someone tells you you’re just not enough, there aren’t many places to find shelter. 

But I’m pretty sure God was there all night for me. He bought cigarettes and asked Jason to come over and told Matt tonight was the perfect night to finish the Glenlevet. And yesterday, He made sure I read A Million Miles In A Thousand Years from cover to cover and He kept me from saying everything I wanted to her because it wouldn’t have made things any better. 

And I’m pretty sure He was there to help Josiah write his new song and get it to me just in time for me to hear it this morning.  

I’m pretty sure He was there to tell Dave to pray for me before Church and remind me what’s most important, and stick to it. 

And I’m even sure that He was there at the coffee shop, walking the Australian shepherd that came up to me without guidance, licked my hand and sat with me as I cried into a book. 

He must’ve been there when I was born, because He was there when I found out my biological father had been shot & killed when I was just a boy, and that my mother thought that I was too much for her. It’s not every day you can feel too much and not enough at the same time. 

I’m damn sure He was there to make sure a “Save the date” arrived in the mail this afternoon. If it was for anyone else I might’ve exploded but we’re saving 10/20/12 for Tim and Brittany. Tim had me save the date once before when we were younger, but God was there to make sure that aisle wasn’t walked yet. That hit Tim like a hurricane, but God’s going to be there in October to paint the sun even brighter and remind us to be patient and love will find us when it’s time.  

I don’t really know how you see it, but here…God looks different each time we meet. He likes whiskey and writing songs. He prays for me, He walks dogs, paints pictures and sends me postcards. It’s all to remind me that no matter how hard it gets, no matter how heavy this all may feel…He’s watching, waiting for us to get to that moment where we remember…He’s here. 

Nahum 1:7 the lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble