By Barbara Phinney
Oh, I'm not talking about three in the afternoon, when you just want to lay your head down on your keyboard and send a stream of consonants across the screen.
This is three in the morning. And I'm right there now. Actually, it's now five, but since I've been up since three, it counts as well. It's those nights when the week's events pile up on you. You think of that annoying person who bugged you a week or more ago, and you think of your children, the stray cat you saw in the neighbour's garage, and even the wind that's howling right now, thanks to a low pressure system to the east or wonder why the water pump has clicked on, then off.
These nights grow in frequency, especially when I hope to write my fingers off the next day, but one man, a missionary I know, deals with these nights in a unique way. He prays. He prays for those who have touched his life recently, and goes through them all individually.
He doesn't allow his mind to wander. Ahh, the discipline! My mind wanders like the sweet potato vine I recently pulled up. And when I have just turned the whole kit and kaboodle over to God, I yank it back again and start over.
I need more discipline in my life, in my waking hours and resting hours.
Do any of you have nights like this? How do you cope?