My alarm sounds at 4:30 a.m., and at the other end of the day I tumble into bed at 11:00. This gives my body a five hour window of opportunity to find rest. But, as on most nights, the window of opportunity slams shut at about midnight, and my eyes pop wide open, startled by the sound of lost sleep.
In my life, sleep is a guest, but never a friend. She comes but never stays. The blankets and I wrestle until I'm tied in knots and they are threadbare. Neither of us wins. Awake in a bed turned wrestling mat is no way to spend the hours meant for renewal. And then not unlike the morning light, it dawns on me . . .
Insomnia presents me with an altogether different kind of opportunity. She brings me the still hours of the night to envelop my spirit with a sweetness that comes from being quiet and alone. When we are presented with something, we are in essence offered a gift. Could these hours I sit wide-eyed be a gift? And if I present them back to Him, can they be turned into a sacrifice of praise?
I throw the covers back and set my feet on the floor. The Lord has given me these hours in the dark, sometimes to sleep, but often awake. Rather than wrestle, I'd rather just unwrap the gift I've been presented. What might it contain? I don't know, but as the street light shines dimly over the porch, I sit and breathe in the quiet of His spirit, I bathe in His Word, and I rest in His presence, presenting these moments right back to Him to use as He will.
I've shared these wee hours with you this morning and with Lisa Jo Baker at Five Minute Friday where she gives us a word prompt and the opportunity to write for five minutes without worrying about making it perfect. Today's word prompt is PRESENT which I am using in the verb form \pri-ˈzent\
Now, off to bed for an hour or two. Goodnight! Or should I say good morning?