Small hours, restless, sleepless. Brief restfulness and then awaking, awash in anxiety, a mere hour later. Up then, and out of bed. Praying. Pacing. Worrying. Waiting. Distracting. Distressed.
More prayer, more.
Too many of my prayers are bound up in these worries, bound up in me. Small are my problems… holy, loving, merciful and mighty is the Lord.
And though my problems ARE small, I know He cares for me.
Tomorrow I return to work.
The Lord is always at work.
Back to bed, for what sleep can be gleaned from the edges of this night.
Good night, and good morning, and God bless.