I have been up for hours, which is unusual for me–usually I am a late night insomniac.

But my soul needed God, so it kept me awake. Or more accurately–my soul needed God, so He kept me awake.

The confession helped. I prayed. I read the Bible. I looked for Him in my darkness.

CS Lewis said that we don’t see the light, just the effects of light–what light does. Probably same with God. God is in the tiniest detail of life and in the momentous splendor of the universe. He paints for us.

I sing in my head a quiet song, not wanting to wake the little sleepers.

A God song.