I have those nights. Ones where I wake up – wide awake. So comfortable, don’t want to move – but now the brain starts going.
I try to remember to ask: “Who do you want me to pray for Lord?” – but sometimes even when I remember and pray – sleep is illusive. Get up, stay put, get more comfortable, maybe just a drink of water?
It’s quiet then. I tiptoe out and pat the cat’s head. All alone with my thoughts and yawns. No lights. That’s when I can hear – myself and my wonderings, the quirks of our aging home, and the prompting. The Holy Spirit nudging me to consider things anew in the dim light. “And because we are His children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, prompting us to call out, “Abba, Father.” (Galatians 4:6 NLT)
Here’s the deal – I don’t always get answers. Sometimes I don’t even know the questions. I’m learning the best way to spend wide awake time in the wee hours is in the quiet with Jesus.
Sure, my mind wanders off in all kinds of directions. But even a little heartfelt prayer here and there points me in directions I wasn’t aware I needed to go. We wander off God’s path all too easily, maybe 3am is for finding our way back.
“We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.” (Romans 8:26b NIV)
Then again, maybe this wee hours time is for the friend we heard is getting divorced, the loved one who is making bad decisions, even a call to pray for our nation or a situation that seems out-of-control or hopeless.
Sleepy me hopes there aren’t too many of these 3am times. When there are, maybe I should learn to cherish them instead of worry about my lack of sleep – or worry about anything for that matter. After all, one thing is for sure: eight hours of sleep or five, God has it all figured out. He’s teaching me listen for Him when I can hear best.
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