Sometimes I cannot sleep at night because God is stirring my soul. I have no direct experience of God, but my restlessness and tossing makes me rise and take pen in hand to record my own weakness and God’s great love and kindness. Praise God who acts in our lives when we think it is only our nerves or our inability to unwind and let nature take its course. When we rise and do God’s will, we sleep well the remainder of that time we call the night.
