Finding God at 3 o’clock in the Morning
I wonder why I can’t sleep. Why this time of isolation seems to come so often. I wonder if God has His hand in it.
So, I lay there and listen. I listen for God’s voice. I ask Him what it is about this time of night that He finds sacred. What is it? Why now?
I listen. But, I hear no response. Silence is all I hear. And then, I hear the wind. The rain. Traffic in the distance. My husband’s slow rhythmic breathing.
Then I hear it. “Just be still.”
So, I lay there and just breathe in the silence. I inhale. “Abba.” I exhale. “Father.” “Abba. Father.”
I find peace in the dark, empty, night. I find God present. And, I find comfort in being still, because God assures me that He is with me.
Be still. And know that I am God.
I need this reassurance. This time. I haven’t felt God’s presence in my daily life in recent weeks. I felt, instead, as though I were walking in the desert. Thirsty and tired. Distracted by the noise of my daily life even when I set aside time with God.
And so, I no longer dread the 3:00 am wake up call from God. I know, instead, that it is His answer to my prayers. His response to my longing to escape the desert and to find His thirst-quenching peace.
I breathe in, “Abba. Father.”
He responds, “Be still and know that I am God.”