In the Middle of the Night

For every depressing thought that keeps me awake at night, forcing me to stare at a ceiling, a clock, or something worse, there’s a still, small Voice that whispers in rebuttal, “You are not alone, and I care.”

In the middle of the night, when rest should be my reward, the day now spent replays once more. Self-doubt and self-pity weigh on me like a heavy blanket, suffocating me with claustrophobic sorrow. But He says, “I am here, let me handle it.”

It won’t be long till the alarm clock follows its instructions, oblivious to my regret. The day will be longer because of my worrying, and it didn’t have to be. Why did I bother setting it?

Arms of mercy were reaching out to hold me. My Father sought to sing a lullaby of grace over me, but I doubted … in the middle of the night.

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9 responses to “In the Middle of the Night

  1. I was plagued with dreams about church meeting minutes last night. What had been done and worried I had forgotten about a special church meeting!

  2. Wow! That is beautiful… thank you

  3. Thank you! I needed this today. Up all night… thinking about all the work I needed to accomplish this week. :-/ I need to remember that God has it all under control! God bless you greatly! 🙂

  4. roy cavender

    Yup

    On Mon, Apr 9, 2018 at 1:29 AM The Recovering Legalist wrote:

    > Anthony Baker posted: “For every depressing thought that keeps me awake at > night, forcing me to stare at a ceiling, a clock, or something worse, > there’s a still, small Voice that whispers in rebuttal, “You are not alone, > and I care.” In the middle of the night, when rest shoul” >

  5. Been there, done that, don’t intend to ever do it again!

  6. I have to get up and walk around the house and pray…I am thankful for the Holy Spirit. He knows what to say when I know (i relearn often) how to listen.

  7. Good word Anthony, but I’m sorry you are in the trenches having this struggle. Unfortunately, it’s all too common.

    Due to the stress of an attempted ministry coup by the youth pastor, I once had 21 consecutive sleepless nights. I was rushed to the hospital on the 22nd day. It took me 9 months to recover. The diagnosis was a sleep deprivation seizure. In retrospect, stressing over the situation wasn’t worth neither my time, nor energy, nor the damage it did to my health.

    Many Christians long for a New Testament church. The problem is that too many of them today are already like Corinth.

    I had already planned to post a blog on this topic this week.

    • Thanks for the encouragement. Oh, and send me a message or comment when that post is published. I’d like to read it. I am only asking because there are so many blog post written I don’t get to read them all, and I have to be a little bit more judicious with my time.

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