Do you routinely stay up really late at night? I’m not talking about “Oops! It’s 11:00 pm (yaaawwwn), it’s past my bedtime.” No. If that’s you, my friend, you’re normal.
I’m talking 2:00, 3:00 in the morning. But you’re not partying or studying, or soothing a crying baby. You’re just up. Thinking. Worrying.
Have you been up at ungodly hours of the night fretting over your family, your job, your bills, the nation, did I accidentally send that email to the wrong person? And It’s usually things we can’t control that we lose sleep over, right? I mean really, if I could control it, I wouldn’t be worried about it. I’d just fix the problem!
Thank you, I’m not alone!
It occurred to me tonight (currently 1:13 am and counting…) That I really am not alone. God is up with me.
All those things that I’m up praying about, worrying about, stressing over, and yes…crying about – the LORD of the Universe is up with me. He’s hanging out beside me, pulling an all-nighter with me.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been what some endearingly call a “night owl.”
Just to clarify, I’m not an insomniac. I can sleep. (Oh, can I sleep.) I just don’t like to go to sleep. (I don’t like waking up either, but that’s a paradox for another post.)
I don’t like to sleep because I like to think about things at night. Big things.
For some reason, my brain turns on at precisely 9:42 pm and all the things that barely registered in my consciousness during the daylight hours, suddenly become the most fascinating technicolor things. And I have to talk about them. Like, RIGHT NOW.
This happens at juuuust the right moment of the night – usually when my teacher husband (who has to wake up at 5:45 am) is about to hit his REM stage. At least, I’m assuming by the way his eyes are darting back and forth.
It usually goes a little something like this:
Wait…for…it……BINGO, he’s there. Time to talk.
Me: (whispering) Honey? Are you up? I was just thinking…(blah…blah…blah…[something profound]…blah…blah). So, yeah. What do you think?
Me: (checking H’s breathing) Honey? Did you hear me? What do you think?
Honey: (snort!) About what?
Me: About what?! Seriously? Are you even listening to me?
Honey: Zzzzzz…what? I love you…zzzzzz
Me: (how I adore that man) :)
Please tell me you relate.
Some nights, though, I vedge out by myself watching TV. Sometimes I read. Sometimes I prepare lessons for what I’m teaching the next day. Then some nights I’m just up. Worrying.
For many years, it felt like just me. Up late with my thoughts.
Oh, I’d call up a quick prayer now and then (is that like spiritual tweeting?). Or even worse, if it was really late (or early depending on how you look at it), I’d fall asleep praying for someone. Sorry, God. Yes, I literally fell asleep on the job.
But today I remembered this verse:
“He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, he who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.” Psalm 121:3-4 (emphasis mine)
That word “slumber” means drowsy. Not only does God not fall asleep on the job, He doesn’t even nod off.
He is quite literally pulling that all-nighter with you. More than that. God is staying up all night – every night – for you.God's staying up all night, every night, for you. #GraceSpeaksToMe Click To Tweet God doesn't fall asleep on the job. He's pulling that all-nighter with you. #GraceSpeaksToMe Click To Tweet
If you’re a night owl like me, up late reading this post…(first of all, thank you! I’m so super flattered!)…but Friend, go to bed. You can rest now.
Go to sleep in peace and know that God can keep watch over all your worries. And the best part? He can actually do something about every single one.
And that’s how GRACE speaks to me.