midnight hour

There is something about the midnight hour. It is remniscient of the early hour. I wait on God expectantly. I sing psalms of praises. Joyous lauds. In the natural, so much is a mystery. Suffering. Disappointment. Unfulfilled dreams. Hope unleashed. I call upon the Lord God who is my source of wisdom and strength. My own knowledge lacks depth of insight. My own strength fails, especially under pressure. But God is my rock and my salvation. Where evil seeks to devour, the Lord God brings renewal. When the enemy brings about devastation, God promises deliverance to those who call on his name.

When darkness and silence attend at the midnight hour, the office of the night ushers in the beauty of worship. Scripture and adoration bring into proper perspective the understanding that God truly inhabits the praises of his people. And so, I praise. And so, I listen attentively. Waiting, watching, even in the midnight hour.


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