So it's another night where I can't sleep. This will happen occasionally, usually for some unfortunate reason, such as worry, or pain. But tonight it's different. Tonight, I can't sleep because of something that I haven't felt this strongly in a long time. Hope.
Now, I know this sounds strange, and it is. Hope is not an emotion that generally leads to a lack of sleep. So why am I so hopeful. Part of it is what I have been studying lately. Yesterday, I was reading Acts 1, and verse 7 really jumped out at me. I'm roughly paraphrasing, but it basically says that God knows when everything is supposed to happen, which is something that I worry about far too much in my life. So that was where a large portion of the hope is coming from.
So as lame as not sleeping is, it can really help you think a lot. And tonight, I'm thinking about hope, and being rather thankful for it.
Between the river and the ravens I'm fed
Between oblivion and the blazes I'm led
So Father give me faith, providence, and grace
Between the river and ravens I'm fed
Sweet deliverer, oh You lift up my head
And lead me in Your way
Dustin Kensrue
Consider the Ravens
