A Time for New Creation

Morning exists for prayer, Daytime Exists for production, Evening exists for thought.

This is a line that I laid out on my typewriter a month or so ago with little awareness of what I was writing. The framing of the sentence seems like it could be a profound one, however, when you actually read it and take two seconds to think about it, it is clear that it is far from profound. In fact, it may be utter nonsense.

With that being stated, I will now try to defend the statement as true, at least in my personal experience.

Morning is for prayer. I pray the best in the mornings. There is something uniquely peaceful and fruitful about offering your day to God before the day has begun. There is something about spending time reflecting on His word and listening for His voice in the morning that is different than any other time of day. It may simply be that it is the first thing and, therefore, it feels the most important. Or perhaps it is the other way around: it is the most important thing, so it must happen first.

The daytime is for production. Working is done during the day. Even in times when I have been without formal work to do or a job if I do not accomplish tasks in the daytime, I feel unsatisfied.

Evening is for thought. I am my most reflective in the evening. This makes sense because in the evenings, I have the most to reflect upon. My brain is wired to think in the evenings. To consider what I experienced in the day, but also to consider things I experienced yesterday the day before, or ten years ago. I think the best in the cover of darkness and lit by the yellow light of my desk lamp. 

The statement does seem somewhat defensible. However, I think my pretty phrase lacks a part. 

As I am writing this, it is 4am. I woke from my slumber about 3 hours ago and have been unable to return to sleep. After about a month of telling myself that I would like to commit to a more regular habit of writing down my thoughts and creating things in writing, I have finally, for the first time, been able to put words on a page. 

Why is that? I have had many hours sitting in my room in silence, thinking I could write, and I decided to read or to check my email or to do something else. Why is it that now I am able to sit at my desk and write something? Perhaps it is because I am too exhausted to care about the quality of my words. Or it is that I cannot think of anything else that I can do? Whatever it is, I find my brain satisfied with my desire to write. 

Sleeping is itself an act of new creation. When one falls asleep, one day ends, and when they wake, the next day begins. There is also something naturally creative about four o'clock in the morning. It is a time for creation. If I was asleep as I should be, my brain would be working to craft dreams. Because I cannot sleep, my brain is inclined to be creative in a different way.

My only problem is that I do not know what to write. I have had so many ideas throughout the past weeks about what I could write about, but now that I am finally here at my keyboard, I cannot think of a single one. What a shame. It seems I must be satisfied with this one. A reflection on my own lack of devotion, productivity, reflection, and creativity.

Morning exists for prayer, Daytime Exists for production, Evening exists for thought, Nighttime exists for new creation.

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