I’m laying in the dark thinking about my babies, and their babies. It’s 3am. Another lovely, menopausal moment. Waking up from a deep sleep, in an anxious sweat, for no apparent reason. So I think about them all, tucked in bed. Almost as if I’m looking down from heaven, watching them sleep. At this moment I can choose one of two options. To worry about all the little stuff going on in their lives~and maybe the big stuff too. Or to pray. I choose option #1 too often. And then you know what I do? The next morning I complain about it to my husband. I tell him how I couldn’t sleep, and in despair I spout out all my worries. It might momentarily make me feel better to talk to him, but then those worries creep right back in as the day goes on. When my head hits the pillow that night, I’m like a hamster on a wheel. It’s a vicious cycle.
So tonight I choose option #2. To talk to God. Some of you might be thinking ‘I wouldn’t even know where to start or what to say to God’. Sometimes I don’t either. On nights when the ‘big stuff worries’ flood my mind, and my heart is so overwhelmed that all I can do is cry, I know Jesus hears me. He’s my Father, and I picture His arms holding me as the sobs shake my core. Other nights when the ‘small stuff worries’ invade my heart, I know Jesus hears me. He’s my Friend and I picture him sitting next to me, as I babble on and on and tell Him all about it. And some nights He’s my Counselor, and in the stillness of the black night I just need to be silent and listen to Him whisper to my heart and tell me what it needs to hear. Suddenly, verses will come to mind to comfort me or messages from the previous Sunday that remind me what I ought to do. God is so many things~ my Protector when I’m scared, my Provider when I don’t know what to do, my Comforter when I feel all alone, my Healer when my heart is hurting. My Everything.
And as I’m laying here at 3am talking to Him, millions of other people are also doing the same~pouring out their hearts~and He is right there for them as well. Their Everything. Because He’s Everything.
Don’t make the mistake of talking to everyone else about your problems, except Him. When worries flood your heart, whatever your need, just know that He can be your Everything too. There is no emptiness He cannot fill. No longing He cannot satisfy, no brokenness He cannot heal. Tonight, talk to your Everything. Father, Friend, Protector, Provider, Comforter, Counselor, Healer and Lover of your soul.
Philippians 4:6-7, I John 5:14-15,
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