By this time of the year, I’m usually heavily invested in the current year. My time of reflection over the last year is somewhat over. I may feel nostalgic here and there but my overall sentiment is one of focusing on the present. A few nights ago, I found myself not being able to sleep. I felt restless. Like my past mistakes were bombarding my mind. The only way I found sleep was to surrender my thoughts to God. In surrendering to God, my mind felt free and at rest. Then I suddenly felt the weight of my tiredness that had been eluding me before. I once heard a quote, “How freeing: we get to turn our eyes from our circumstances to the One who holds them.” This poem is a reminder of that. The One who holds our circumstances is good.
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It is raining at 3:30 in the morning,
The sun shines on the other side of the globe.
Yet I am awake.
What keeps me up are the memories
And the tasks I must do.
I fret over nothing.
I try to force open the doors
That are already open to my own desires
That is why sleep abandons me.
There is nothing left in me but a shell
That is meant to be filled with God’s grace.
The doors He opens are good.
The moment I stopped fighting myself
The sweet, silent darkness of sleep swept over me.
I walked home through my dreams.
Alice R.
Streams of Comfort 
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