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Sleepless, prayerful nights

Dark-haired daughter is struggling right now. She's had a rough couple of weeks. She severely sprained an ankle, had her wisdom teeth yanked, and is dealing with some PTSD from her assault last year. It's made for some sleepless and scary nights for her, and sleepless, prayerful nights for me.

When I can't sleep, I often pray. I don't know if I'm praying well, as I tend to drift from memorized prayers to extemporaneous ones and back again. It seems muddled to me, in a half-awake and stressed-out state; I can only be assured that God makes sense of what is on my heart.

How many of us lie awake at night, asking God for something? You don't know when you meet someone what their night before held. Were they awake praying for a child with an addiction? A spouse who is cheating? Money issues? Worries about work? What did the night hold for them?

Most of the time, night means rest and refreshment. However, there are those nights when we search in the dark for answers and hope, conviction to do the right thing and strength in the morning to do what God lays before us.

Lord Jesus Christ, during Your earthly sojourn You went sleepless at times and spent whole nights in prayer. But there were many other times when You slept. I cannot seem to get to sleep these nights and I cannot even pray.

 I need sleep to do my work and to behave as a pleasant human being as well as to act in a Christian manner. Enable me to get a good night's sleep, or at least to spend my time in prayer with You.
Thank You Lord.

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  1. I'm here, and I will continue praying for you and Dark-Haired Daughter, especially tonight. --- Rosemary

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  2. Thanks - she is having a rough time right now.

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