Middle of the Night Call
A nudge.
A gentle tap.
3 am invitation comes again.
I roll over.
Pull covers up tight.
Certainly the clouds are too thick tonight, Lord.
A whisper.
A small thought.
'I want to show you, again!'
Another gentle nudge.
A push and a tap in my mind.
Barely conscious I am waking.
Doubt-filled thoughts.
Questions rise.
This second-guess girl wonders at crazy midnight ideas.
Oh! But, the tug.
Now, the pull.
With little expectation, I yank myself out of bed.
Grab the coat
But, oh!, it's so very cold, Lord!
I slowly wander outside.
Startled.
Instant awe.
I am shocked to my very core.
Dark clouds drawn back.
Opened like heavy curtains.
Pushed right to the edge of the earth.
Stars on display.
His masterpiece.
Singing His glory again!
Arrayed in majesty.
A picture of love.
Arranged by the greatest artist of all time.
To think! He invited me!
His hands pushed the clouds back.
Did He smile big that night?
When next will He call?
Will I respond?
Will you listen?
"By the word of the Lord the heavens were made, their starry host by the breath of His mouth" Psalm 33:6
Written August 2020
