I seem to be awake in the middle of the night. For no reason that I can think of. I should be sleeping. The alarm isn’t set for getting me up to work in the morning but I guess there are other things stirring up my mind or something.
There is a committee I’m invited to help out with. My heart is there but I don’t know how I can do it justice. I don’t know that I want to simply be a warm body filling a spot. If I say yes, I would be committing myself to work. And I have no more time to work. As things stand now, I work more than 40 hours a week at my paying job, am taking a class or two at seminary,am involved in orchestra which demands some regular practice, lead a small group at church and play my recorder on Sundays. On top of these regular things, I need to be a mother, wife, grandmother and friend.
These things run around in my mind keeping me from sleep.
So, I sit here beside my open window on this warm summer? night; stars filling the sky. It is a beautiful night. But here in the city, I can’t sleep and judging by the noises of the night, others are awake and going about who knows what. It is not quiet.
Perhaps quiet is really what I need most.