In the middle of the night

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. 

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One response to “In the middle of the night

  1. I wish for you the quiet.

    The quiet that may be a little closer if you turn down another noise in life.

    Quiet.