I’ve always been a very sound sleeper. As a child, my mother used to hold a mirror under my nose to see if I was still breathing. In my junior high school days, I was ridiculed mercilessly by my girlfriends, for I committed the most mortal of sins– I slept through a pajama party.
The discovery of a diagnosis of sleep apnea in my 40′s, only reinforced this.
So, when the Lord bolted me awake at 2:25AM (EST) this morning, I took it seriously. Were you the reason I prayed?
I was dragged from a blissful and utter, almost hibernative state to a resounding, coherent awakedness, that could be no more complete had I been plunged into the Bering Sea in January.
The one word, NOW! resounded in my mind.
Fully awake, I methodically went through my mental checklist; thanking God for the sleep I did get, listing family members–starting with my dear husband at my side. As I ran through my family members, friends, and acquaintances, I started fanning out my area of influence.
I gIanced at the clock–2:53AM.
I ran through my Twitter feed, and e-mails, still not having a sense of emergency, but more of a sense of purpose. I started praying for groups of people–police, firefighters, first-responders, hospital workers…even you–the readers of this blog…the list went wordlessly on.
Until, at 3:39AM, I had peace to stop, confident I had done what the Lord asked.
I need not know for whom I prayed. I need not know why. You know, and God knows; and that’s enough.
So, if you were the reason I prayed, rest in His arms–He’s got you.
If you were not the main reason He woke me up to pray, rest in His arms–you were prayed over anyway.
Perhaps it was a preemptive strike, not to be revealed this side of Heaven.
I don’t need to know.
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