Here it is, 12:30am and I am creating a blog post. I note the time because a small child just scared the tar out of me by walking into my office. Unfortunately, she and I tend to keep the same hours. One thing she appears to have inherited from dear old dad is the “Night Owl” syndrome. While we often greet one another in the “wee small hours of the morning”, our reasons for being awake are very different.
She is often awaken by those dreaded things that go “bump in the night”. Tonight’s thunderstorm seems to have provided reason enough to walk the halls. My “things” however are the creation of my own doing. Stress, work, deadlines and maybe even a touch of being a perfectionist tend to keep me tossing and turning. Maybe I could practice what I preach when I assure her that “everything will be alright”. The storm will pass. There is nothing to be afraid of. The best thing to do right now is get some rest. Good advice….even better when it’s followed.
As I type this, I am listening to my current favorite song by the group Kutless. The song is called “Strong Tower”. The words I just heard were also pretty appropriate, “In the middle of my darkness, in the midst of all my fear, you’re my refuge and my hope. When the storm of life is raging and the thunder is all I hear, you speak softly to my soul”. Right on eh? Just as my little one just climbed in to my lap for some refuge and peace, shouldn’t I do the same? The problems of the world can’t be solved in the middle of the night, but peace from the storm sure can. Maybe even relief from the things that go bump in the night.