night.

A chorus of frogs and crickets gently floats through the air of my open window, drifting sleepily about. The keys from a piano dance from inside the computer to envelope my tapping fingers. Thoughts of moonshine, winking stars, and long night rambles through moonlit fields fill my head. Fireflies for companions, owls for watchmen, lazy breezes for guides... A path stretches out before my feet, lined with stately silver grass, blowing in the night air. There's nothing like night air, filled with the taste of dew and starshine, I drink it in. I would never be able to drink enough, though I might have every night from now until the end of the age to do so.

"The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; And His song will be with me in the night, A prayer to the God of my life."    -Psalm 42:8

"You have tried my heart; You have visited me by night; You have tested me and You find nothing; I have purposed that my mouth will not transgress."     -Psalm 17:3

"I will remember my song in the night; I will meditate with my heart, And my spirit ponders:"  -Psalm 77:6

 There is a song to ponder in the stillness of the night, this is what I would meditate my heart on for all the nights of my days. That the Lord is faithful, His love is everlasting, He rejoices over me with shouts of joy, and delights to give me every good and wonderful thing according to His beautiful will. I have found so often that laying in bed, my thoughts can so easily wander to frivolous things, things which do not matter. Or they might be filled with worry about one thing or another. Yet, He is revealing more and more to my heart that not only are my days to be His, but my nights as well. If I will meditate upon Him in the stillness of the night, longing to know ever more of who He is, He will reveal the most beautiful and majestic song to my soul. The night holds something special, a stillness, a oneness that can be found with He whom my soul loves, that I would treasure and crave throughout each day. For though there is great joy to be had in the coming of the morning, the night may hold blessings untold if given over to Him as well. So, may I meditate on each aspect of His character when I lay down and when I rise up. Never is there a time that should not be fully given to Him, never a time when I would hold back any part of who I am or the time I possess. For time is not mine to hold, it is not mine to own, but it is a precious gift bought and paid for by Him, and does He not deserve the just reward of His sacrifice?

Yet, I am selfish. Many times I feel that I deserve time of "my own" to do with as I wish. May it never be! Not that I must be reading my Bible or praying every minute of every day, but I would be in such a place at all times, that if He calls I would immediately drop whatever I'm doing to fall on my knees in prayer or to give of my time in digging ever deeper into His word. For it is an attitude, a state that I am to live in constantly, to be ever ready to give whatever He asks of me and to hold back nothing. 

Truly, I believe that Jesus was a man of immense joy, that He had more fun and laughed bigger than anyone. Yet, He was always ready to take up the burdens His Father placed on His heart and do what it took to see them pressed through. And I would be like Him in every way.