Good morning…
Fears. Finances. Future plans. What worries wake you in the tiny hours of the morning? Hopes. Have-to’s. Hard decisions. Anxieties arouse us, stirring us from sleep. Regrets. Repeat obsessions. Relationship tensions. As our mind reels, our conflicted heart feels. That is why this quote recently sent to me by a friend touches a tricky truth.
Personally, I often experience 3:00 A.M. as God’s finest hour. My anxious unravellings in the darkness of night coax me toward the Creator of each ounce of light. I am seen. I am heard. I am loved as I am. I recently heard myself say to a group of gathered women: “If we have time to worry, we have time to pray.” When our worries wake us up in dark wee long hours, our mind’s monologue is drawn into Divine dialogue, morphing our awakening angst into personal, productive prayer.
We who write, paint, or make music in the middle of the night turn our inner turmoil into spiritual transformation. We who seek the silence of stillness and solitude are drawn to decipher God’s gentle guidance. We who think own fresh thoughts, over and over again, begin to creatively converse. Gradually, God’s subtle “something” nudges us out of our nagging narcissism.
Our relentless “I, I, I” is exchanged for a freeing “we.” God knows who we are. God sees our lamp on. As night turns to day and day turns to night, let us keep on keeping on with the Maker of Light.
My days have passed, my plans are shattered. Yet the desires of my heart turn night into day; in the face of the darkness light is near (Job 17:11-12, NIV).
…Sue…
