The people we are when stumble to the bathroom at three in the morning, eyes squinting, mouth open, hands groping for familiar objects in the dark…it is in these quiet moments that we are truly His children. We are everything He created us to be because in our sleep walking we are not interested in striving. We are simply His. The quiet darkness of my room doesn’t care if I’m impressive after sunrise warms my window. In my sleep-drunken stupor I am most assuredly unimpressive. And until my alarm shouts that the world has begun, I don’t care.
A child believes her parent’s “I love you.” And in half-consciousness, I am this child. I am fully me.
A sheep should pay no mind to those who insist it be a lion. Nor should it bow to pressure to grow out of its sheepish ways. To become remarkable or intimidating. New mercies rain every morning, but the pressure to perform follows the dawn as well. Our strength lies in the trusting posture of a childlike night-stumbler. We can believe what our Father speaks in the dark.
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