The morning light dawns dimly, but it is there. My own imperfect attempts at relaxing are dim also. But as the day wears on, the lack of courage I feel in the middle of the night, awake, will abate. And then I will relax ever more in Your Arms.
I don’t know why I am a coward when I wake in the middle of the night. The ghosts and goblins seem posed to “get” me. The next time I can’t sleep, I must remember that You are Lord of the nighttime also.
But, right now, thank You for the cheerful morning light. I am buoyed by Your Presence in this new day. And no longer scared.