A tired and sleepless night …
How can one be so exhausted that their eyes burn, even when closed?
Yet … sleep evades.
The mind races in directions and to places that … how and why does it go there?
And you toss, and you turn and you wonder why? why can sleep not take you away to that place of rest and refreshment?
And your body is tense, it aches with exhaustion, only encouraging more and more tossing and turning with nary a place that provides a position to loosen, relax.
And the man next door (the next pillow over) is tossing and turning too, or snoring … either way, the noises and movements jar you from the entry of sleep’s door.
And so you pray (because, why not). Yet your prayers lead your mind to even more places and you begin to feel as though your mind might explode for all the places it is wandering in these wee morning hours.
And you rise from your place of no sleep … wandering, trying a cozy chair (devoid of present coziness), the sofa (with the attractive, but not so pillowy, pillows). In frustration you recline, close your eyes …
wet … my fingers are wet …
My eyes open into the stare of my furry buddy, to the lightening of the room. I smile, not because I am rested, but because I am glad it is over that light has come, that there is one nearby to lick my weariness …
day has come, the long, dark night is over.
itsawonderfilledlife 
Ooooooo my , this is so me most nights. The prayers fragmented by dozing off, but the urgency of my appeal rush me back to my pleas before the King. Appauled at my lack of reverence under the covers I straighten my nighty, then thinking the king is looking at my heart not my fetal sleepy position. So back to my pleas for loved ones salvation, for loved ones health , for wisdom 🙏 for mercy and that the Holy Spirit will show me the will of the King in my everday life.
The image of the throne with light so brilliant there are no shadows. And as the world spiral to fufill the revelation praying for steadfastness.