I have my most profound thoughts and epiphanies in the early hours when I’m just waking up. Often, the answers to the prayers I desperately prayed the night before as, “now I lay me down to sleep,” are strikingly obvious as I wake.

I think it’s because that is the one time of day that my own mind isn’t running 100 mph in 200 different directions. My own thoughts are still masked in a fog of sleepiness and The Holy Spirit, who never grows weary, takes the opportunity to whisper to me what God wants to tell me.

Last night, as I fell asleep praying to God, I was telling Him how lately, I have felt like the person standing on the lighthouse in this image, watching the waves crash threateningly from every direction. I have prayed many times lately that God would calm the seas and grant me a measure of peace.

This morning, I awoke with the same image, the same feeling, but also with a different perspective. Today, instead of praying for God to calm the seas, I am going to thank Him that I am safe in the lighthouse. Safe in HIS hand.

“I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father’s hand.”
John 10:28-30

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