I have had a hard time waking up this last week. Last night before I went to bed, I told God I was not setting my alarm. I told Him that if He would wake me up at 6:30, I would get up and go on a walk and pray. Petty, but hey, worth a shot.

This morning, I popped straight up out of bed, looked at the clock and it was 6:30 on the dot. I fought it for awhile thinking it was coincidence, but the fear of it not being coincidence eventually got me out of bed.

Often my life is like a “How NOT to.” This morning was no different. I was walking and began to pray. As I was praying, I was saying, “Okay God, you woke me up and I obeyed. So, you must have something big to tell me.” I even started asking what He was going to reward my obedience with. Then it hit me.

I often act way to much like a dog, and treat God like Pavlov.

I immediately started thinking about what God was going to reward my obedience with. I can picture God sad, thinking, “that Aubrey kid is missing the whole point.”

Maybe the prize for obeying this morning was to get to spend time with God! Imagine that! The prize to know my God! Maybe the big revelation was to experience His power in the sunrise as a reminder that He is in control, but still takes the time to wake me up to be with Him.

I thought it was sad that I came in with these false expectations of some big moment b/c God woke me up. In reality, God just helped me get my butt out of bed as a way of saying,

“Let’s do this more often……”