Something rather curious happens to me on occasion as I lay in bed before getting in up the morning.  With my eyes closed, I am in an in between – one where God has started the day hours before, working without me, and my work has yet to begin. It is a magic hour – my magic hour (or at least a couple minutes).

I am in a vulnerable position.  I don’t have my bearings and my head isn’t full of the weeks wants or to dos.  I am rested and refreshed (most of the time) and therefore, I am in the prime position to be a listener. And what I hear can change my life if I let it.

It’s easy to ignore what is happening – to fall back into a slumber, but when the Spirit is moving and when my soul is stirring, it’s better to pay attention, and as I have found out, grab a pen.

Many remain confused just as Samuel did when God was calling his name – we stumble around in the darkness looking for easy answers when really we are being asked to sit in the darkness in a state of wonder – in a state of magic.

It is a golden time of day when the sun gently reaches its way into the sky and the Mockingbirds sing on the wires all welcoming me to an abundant life.  A life I’m eager to learn more about and to give away – a cycle that keeps making it’s way towards a greater purpose that has nothing to do with forward or backward.

I can’t say yet what will come from this morning’s magic, and for now it feels as if it should be held close, but what I do want to encourage you in is to live into your own magic hour – to look through a lens of wonder.  To listen and question instead of figure out, and just maybe we’ll find more sense than we ever have.

So the question begs to be ask – what do you hear?