The other morning I woke up and sat bolt upright! There was a sense of panic, yet all was quiet. And I remember thinking ‘I can’t do this alone.’ Maybe it was because it was my birthday in lock-down. Or perhaps it was because I was concerned about some elderly relatives and their vulnerability to the virus. Or even just the wind blowing.
Yet there was no noise. No disturbance, other than gentle rain falling in the very early morning.
Yet now I was wide awake. So I did what I always do in those situations. I turned on my light, went through to the kitchen and made coffee then took it back to bed and picked up my pen and journal.
This was my time to be with God. He would know what the problem was. In spite of that, I told him all about it. For this is my God, my Father, who loves me and wants to share my life – the good times and the hard times.
It may be that you scoff at that. How can such an enormous, important God care about what happens in the details of our lives? What does it matter to Him whether I sleep through the night or wake in a panic at 3 in the morning? And even if He does care, how do I know?
I wrote about it. Telling Him in detail how I was feeling. It helped me to write it down, like talking to someone who loves me.
And then I did what I always do at the end of my writing time with God. I picked up my Bible and I read the verse for the day. This is what it said.
“I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” Isaiah 41:13
This is my God. Intimately involved in my life. Concerned about every detail. Loving, heavenly Father. Abba, Daddy.
I spent a moment praising Him. Then turned off my light and went to back to sleep.
Do you know my God? He can be intimately involved in your life too and longs for you to turn to Him. Please ask Him now to come to you and let Him be part of your life.