The soft, comforting sensation of my fleece sheets protect me from the sting of the chill in the air. These winter days beckon sleep at anytime. The darkness tricks my mind. The warmth found in the cocoon of my blanket entices me to escape the drama of the day. So many voices calling my attention in so many directions.
Is it time for bed yet?
I jump into my refuge with abandon. Hoping to rest me brain with the silence and the recharge necessary to restore my cognitive functioning.
Quickly, I drift off to the sounds of my dog and my husband snoring. Sounds of familiarity and routinely marking the beat to the rhythm of silence.
But suddenly I awake. I squint at the numbers on the clock. Like “clockwork”, the red digits glow as they do quite often around this time: 3:30 (or 3:15, 3:10….) I am startled awake by nothing that produces audible sound.
Yet, I am unable to fall back asleep. Instead, I tune my mind to God’s voice.
Who needs prayer?
What are you leading me to write? or speak?
How can I serve you when the sun rises?
Though no one else is privy to these conversations, they exist. In the silence of the middle of the night.
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