It's past midnight
Sleep eludes me, teases me
I lie here. Quietly.
I try to relax my shoulders, my toes, my knees.... Breathing slowly.
Small hours past midnight can become sacred times when I can be still and know that He is God, with me, loving me, for me, never letting me go.
Small hours can be podcast time, time to listen to wise voices, to catch God's heartbeat and ways.
Small hours can be sweet times, sacred times.
Oh yes, I would love to be sleeping.
I would love to be dreaming.
But for now, I am.
In this moment I am awake, choosing to turn my woken eyes towards my Heavenly Father
