For whatever reason, my phone number seems to draw an inordinate amount of late-night wrong numbers. Normally I just roll over and go back to sleep. (and add them to the phone book as "wrong no." so I don't answer the next time!)
But last night's was most unusual.
Rather than drunken party-goers, last night was a lady asking, "is this the house of prayer?"
Immediately I thought of all the biographies I've read, of great preachers and missionaries, and martyrs, who WOULD have been on their knees, communing with God at that hour of the night.
Hmmmm ... not the house of prayer. I'm afraid it's the house of sleeping.
But I'd like to become more "the house of prayer"!
I didn't add this lady to my "wrong number" list. If she calls again, I think I could use the challenge.
On more mundane matters ... I woke up this morning (way too early thank-you-very-much) with actual motivation. Got to take advantage of it before it wanes, and see if I can get this house clean!