
Lord, not again. You know of the responsibilities that lay on me.
God, let me sleep. The day is over, the sun is resting, the stars are above.
Why are you knocking on my heart this late in the evening?
Who needs to be saved at this hour?
I don’t need to be saved; I need to sleep!
Come in and sit with my thoughts that are limitless and swift as you made it.
What conversation must we have at this hour? You whisper and awaken me but forgive me for shouting at you through the night. Ugh! The no replies kill me, have you ever heard of “ghosting“ and “left on read”!? That is right, you’ve been doing that from genesis.
What have I not fulfilled in your plan? Who is the one we must save? Why do I have to maintain both dialogues and create the narrative? Out of all people, you call on the casual Christian at the inconvenient time.
Oh.
Sit with me God, not with my thoughts but with my heart to listen. Knock on this heart until I hear you clearly… Drown these thoughts in your truth…
Fine, I’ll go write about it.