Didn't sleep much this week but I don't mind. Much. One thing I've noticed is what goes on in the night that isn't happening in the day. It is very quiet so I can think and listen. Sometimes a lone bird calls out, a car engine starts up, or a dog barks That's about it, except for what's in my mind.
During a particularly rough week, I awoke to a voice, not audible, but a voice all the same. I knew it was God and He knew I had been overthinking. Again. And He told me that everyone in my life was in a personal process of their own, and that I had to be ok with whatever that is. "Give them to Me," he said.
It was a faith issue God was zeroing in on, and He was right. I had to let go to Him what I could not control, to rest in the assurance of God's ability to make all things right when I surrender to His will. And that has been part of my personal process in restoring some happiness to my life.
