Doing a Five Minute Friday thing here right now, around the word “awake.”
Here I am at 2:15, awake. Husband got up for a bathroom call, then the bathroom called me, then I was awake (sorta).
So I thought, this is a good time to pray for people who are going through a tough time. Because, who knows, maybe they’re sitting up in the middle of the night, awake and grieving, or fighting worry, or in pain of some other kind.
And so I take a few quick moments to pray. But the moments grow larger, and I am starting to feel more awake. But it’s only 2:30, and I want to function in the real morning, so…
Off I traipse to tuck myself back into bed.
I lie there. My mind trails about, forms circular paths, starts revving higher, swirling more and more…
I never intended this. I was all about God giving sleep to his beloved, and so receive that sleep. But I can’t do much about this awakeness. Except “redeem the time.”
Perfect time for reflective Bible reading. For contemplative and worshipful and intercessory prayer. Let me use my awake time well.