On a night when I could really have used a few uninterrupted hours of sleep, Chet Solomon was literally up every 45 minutes. Somewhere around 2:30, I just laid down with him on my chest to try and settle him. I always do better when I resolve that no sleep will come than trying to desperately piece together minutes on a hard night. I try to take that time to pray when it comes, but my heart was so distracted from all the things added up, it was hard to stay focused. My mind floated like a river to furious rapids rather than streams of peace by the Cedars of Lebanon.
I turned my prayer from the many to one. Give me more love and more focus on You, oh God. Sometimes our prayer requests to the people of God are because the groanings of our hearts need to be upheld by those who have fresh wings. They have words when ours fail. Then this afternoon, one my dear friends sent me this.