Sleepless Night

As sweet as my time with God was, and as much as I felt wrapped in his presence, I was not writing what God wanted me to write.

April 13

It stormed really bad last night. The rain was coming down in torrents. The wind was howling. I'm not sure what woke me up. I usually have no problem sleeping through rainstorms. But at four-thirty in the morning I knew I wasn't falling back to sleep. I got out of bed and curled up on the sofa. I spent some time in prayer. I prayed for my children and my family. I prayed for my friends and their children. I prayed for our country and the world. I prayed that hearts would be ready for the outpouring of the Holy Spirit. I prayed that my heart would be ready. I don't want to miss any part of what God has for me. I prayed until I was empty, but I still was not tired. So I opened my computer and started to write. I spent three uninterrupted hours with God in the wee hours of the morning, all alone while my family slept. The time was precious, but before I could finish my paragraph for the day, my eyes got heavy and I got sleepy, so I headed back to bed. I felt unsettled about what I was writing and I asked God for clarity. He kept bringing back to my mind what I had taken note of in my bible reading that morning. As sweet as my time with God was, and as much as I felt wrapped in his presence, that was not what I was to write about. The whole time I was writing, God kept bringing back 1 Samuel 15, but I was getting tired and didn't want to go get my bible. I wanted to write about my special time with Him and how sweet it was. I did not want to write about 1Samuel 15 and the difference between Saul and David. By the time I woke back up I had learned my lesson. So I will write about 1 Samuel 15 and post it April 14