In the Dead of Night
Sleep is practically my spiritual gift. I can sleep anywhere, anytime, and I love it. One of my favorite mottos is, “Jesus took naps. Be like Jesus.” But I’ve also been there, unable to sleep, flipping over and over with my body and my brain. In the dead of night, I’ve sobbed over romantic rejection. In the dead of night, I’ve cursed in deep disappointment. In the dead of night, I’ve ached for lost friendship. Right now, our world feels like the dead of night. In a sense, the world halted. All is still. All is quiet. People are home. In another sense, thoughts and emotions rage - unable to be stilled. The news, social media, and meme pages explode with updates. We are tangled between our fear and boredom, trapped in our questions and panic. With the constant conversation, we all feel sick of talking about the virus. I am almost annoyed with myself for adding to the conversation, and I am tempted to believe I have nothing valuable to add. But ...