Its 4:30 a.m.

Ever since I've had my girls, I have an automatic alarm go off at 3 am. Sometimes I wake up, ensure it is 3...oh yeah it is... and then roll over and go back to sleep. Most times I get up and check the lil' ladies. Sometimes I read and a lot of times it is my quiet time for thinking. At first I used to be annoyed by this phenonmenon-Why in the junk do I still consistently wake up at this rediculous hour? Yet, as the years have passed, I have really come to appreciate it. Yes, the 3am hour is a constant. This morning, I woke at 2:45, checked the ladies, and have been thinking.

I have been reading a book on the atonement that I really like. A portion of this book addresses the Savior's parable of going after the lost sheep...yet, being lost doesn't necessarily mean you have to be doused in sin. It is applicable for anytime in your life where you might have the "feeling" of being lost.

As ironic as it is, I know that I am where I am supposed to be, doing what I am supposed to be doing, but still have this sense of being lost. After much deliberation, I decided write a post about it. I have come to the conclusion that it is a gentle reminder to simply think of the Savior more often and understand that the feeling will work itself out. I have the song "Think of Me" on the playlist as my reminder to do it.