You can never fall too hard, so fast, so far
That you can’t get back when you’re lost
Where you are is never too late, so bad, so much
That you can’t change Who you are
At the foot of the cross you can change who you are
Who You Are by Unspoken. This was the song in my head this morning, though it was muddied with others… Snippets and lines from several songs were running through my foggy skull when the clock went off. Foggy because I didn’t sleep well, spending most of the night clutching my phone in my hand, waiting for it to ring again.
It was one of those nights when someone I love was hurting, in pain, needing someone to talk to, a pivotal night for them. A breaking heart sounds worse on the other end of a phone line sometimes. So I stayed up, praying and waiting, just in case… Sleeping intermittently, praying some more when I came awake. Waiting and praying.
This morning, the sky is getting lighter and the birds are waking up. It reminds me of all those nights as a young mother, up with a newborn or a sick child, watching the sun come up and praying… For sleep to come for the baby and for me. For God to make my child well, to take away the fever. Waiting and praying.
It makes me wonder if God does the same with us. How many sleepless nights has He spent on me, watching and waiting for me to call on Him, come to Him? At the ready with His phone in His hand, ready to talk to me any time. His heart breaking because He knows He is right there, waiting to hear anything I want to tell Him and willing to bring the Peace that passes all understanding. Waiting and praying.