Broken sleep, broken hearts…
Last night my head ached, again, and I could not find a comfortable way to hold it so that it would not hurt. So eventually, I just got up from my bed and went downstairs, hoping that a drink, my couch and some medicine would bring comfort and rest. As usual, when I got up, our dog, Roy, got up with me.
My thoughts wandered to all the people in my life who need prayers, and I mentioned each of them to the Lord as they came to mind. So many people, and so many needs, streamed through my mind and heart as I prayed, even as my head continued to ache. Over the years I’ve learned that, sometimes, when I am wakeful and unsettled like this, the only way to find relief is to pray my way out of it.
Last night my prayers went up for people who suffer affliction, addiction, loneliness. I thought about the bereaved, the deceived, the diseased. People around me are struggling with burdens I cannot even begin to imagine…but when I lift them up in prayers, I know that, at least for that moment, they don’t struggle alone.
And neither do I. God is with me, whether I am conscious of it or not. I can feel Him, in the quiet of the night, in promptings to pray…even in the comfort of my couch, a cold drink and doggie snuggles.