Summer is buzzing along outside my doors.
Temperatures have been mild, so we've had lots of open-window nights.
The music of night creatures accompanied by wind in the chimes is a magic
carpet straight to dreamland. Where I want to stay until morning.
But ... now that I'm older, I have lots more time for pondering in the hours when
the rest of my house sleeps. Maybe you can identify.
These days, with no rhyme or reason, my eyes just flutter open and I'm awake.
Am I awake to pray? Undoubtedly.
Am I awake to worry? Often.
Am I awake because I'm almost fifty? (sigh) That's what I hear.
I love how Father Tim, main character of the Mitford novels, prays his way through
the town of Mitford during his nighttime waking hours.
Following his literary example, I turn the fan up a notch and settle back in bed to pray my
way through the rooms of my home, for every beloved who comes and goes through these doors.
Then I turn my nighttime prayer walk in the direction of my nearest neighbors.
Though still in bed, I stand in front of their homes and ask for blessing, mercy, wisdom.
In my mid-night prayers, I wander our church asking favor on those who minister there.
Sometimes, I even prayer wander to visit our missionaries on far foreign fields ...
are you getting sleepy yet?
I wish I was.
