Insomnia: No Match for Praise!
Job 42:1Then Job replied to the Lord:
2â€œI know that you can do all things;
no purpose of yours can be thwarted.
3You asked, â€˜Who is this that obscures my plans without knowledge?â€™
Surely I spoke of things I did not understand,
things too wonderful for me to know.
After a week of insomnia it is a miracle that I have managed to accomplish quite a bit today. I look more like a zombie. . . maybe I should try to walk onto the set of The Walking Dead (I think I’d blend into the extras just fine).Â I have been reduced to crying out to God, day after day. Give me rest! May you sustain me!Â May you be enough for me!Â Provide just enough for me today!
Have you been reduced to nothing in your flesh? You have come to the end of what you physically can push through.Â LikeÂ Job we want to sit on the ash heap of everything that meant something to us, and curse the day we are born.Â Just as God showed himself to Job, he gave gentle direction today. As I worked on the breakfast dishes the Lord flashed images ofÂ things to praise him for, and as I did, I found the energy to accomplish what is in front of me. Now I must praise him in my sleep.