The past few nights I woke up and couldn’t sleep for a few hours. Instead of worrying about stuff, I decided to pray. If I had no words to pray, I would meditate on God.
At some point, it dawned on me that God sees me. God knows how I feel, and there is no judgement. God feels with me my burdens, my struggle, and He is kindly empathetic. Strangely vivid.
On this Easter morning, feeling God real and alive… though I didn’t travel awake this week with Him, faithfully meditating. I have been so wrapped up in immediate needs of my family. But God doesn’t count it against me. He’s been so patient, waiting on my heart to come rest in Him.