One of Those Reflections
It is 1:18 in the morning and I am wide awake. Everyone in the house is asleep except guess who. I open the window a little bit so I can get some fresh air. Perhaps this 70-degree Illinois breeze will lull me to sleep. But all I can think of right now is that someone somewhere is in great need for prayer and uplifting. So I say a prayer for a missionary from India who is now working in Nepal planting churches and leading the fledgling Free Methodist Church in that country. I pray for his leadership. I pray for God's protection over him. I pray for the Lord's covering and anointing so that he will be free of discouragement and press on. It is one of those nights. It is one of those nights when I need to stay awake so I can intercede for someone who is doing the Lord's work.
It is 2:11 in the morning and I am still up and about. I am tired and my whole body is aching. I can feel the effects of six weeks of traveling around giving presentations, reports and testimonies, and sleeping in different abode every week. I enjoy meeting people and receiving and giving encouragement to everyone, but the drain on this almost-50 years old body is taking its toll. I can feel it now. This three-day old stiffed neck is saying it loud and clear. But I still keep going. I continue in prayer for a young man, about 17 years old, whom I just met at last week's Rushville Family Camp. He is a foster child and has moved from one family to another too many times across Missouri and Illinois. He loves the Lord and wants to dearly serve God. In a few months, he will be adopted and will belong to a new family. I pray for God's grace to overflow in and through him. I pray that he will be a living witness of the Father's love to everyone. It is one of those times. It is one of those times when I have to ignore this fatigue so I can petition our Almighty God for someone who is seriously remembering his Creator in the days of his youth.
It is 2:46 in the morning and I am still moving around the house. I am standing by this window in the sunroom looking at the stars and some distant flickering lights that I am guessing are jet planes flying across this state of Illinois. It is pitch black outside. The stillness of the evening is overwhelming, and yet I find myself swaying to the beat of a song running inside my head. "Give thanks to the Lord for He is good, His love endures forever. . . Sing praise, sing praise. . . Forever God is faithful, forever!" We sang this yesterday at the morning Sunday service. I was playing my guitar then joining the band of that family camp. Right now, as I gaze at the evening sky marveling at the beauty of these stars, I am overpowered by a flood of emotions of praise and thoughts of God's greatness and faithfulness. So I pray. I pray to my God and worship Him. I imagine those guitar riffs and, for every note and bending of the string, I raise up His Holy Name! It is one of those moments. It is one of those moments when I can join these stars and worship the Creator of this universe. Glory to God!
It is 3:09 in the morning and I am still in front of this notebook screen writing these reflections. I need to go back to sleep. I hope I do not wake up Sarah when I hit the sack.