I can’t sleep.
It’s midnight and I desperately need to sleep, but I can’t.
In fact, I’m wide awake.
And what’s worse, I’m actually wrestling.
I’m serious. It’s the stinkin UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championships) right here at the Singleton home.
And the most dreadful thing of all?
I keep hearing Adrian (you know, from Rocky IV) saying over and over again to me,
You can’t win!
She’s right on this one. I know she is, but I’m still answering the bell and coming out round after round after round.
It’s embarrassing because I can’t even see my opponent, but I know he’s there.
At least I hope He is.
Otherwise, I’m getting trounced behind the woodshed for nothing, by nothing.
I’m not the first to take on this opponent. You can read about one dude (here) named Jacob who wrestled Him all night long. I hope I’m not in for that long a bout, but I’ve done it before, and I may have to do it again.
You see, sometimes I just need an extra dose of His presence.
There’s nothing like it–To know that He is right there with you and that you are on the right path.
He’s my audience.
An audience of One.
He knows my heart, so there’s no sense trying to snow Him.
I mean, how ridiculous is that?
But people do it.
Everyday.
Tonight, feels like I’m in a desert, but I’ll be alright because I’ve been here before. I know that He will show. It says so here. He just wants my full attention.
Sometimes it takes a desert experience to get it.
Thirsty?
When you’re in the desert, you’ll look for water.
I guarantee it.
You will absolutely seek out that life sustaining liquid.
You have to in order to live.
That’s why God sometimes puts me there on purpose.
He wants to talk.
Tonight, I think I’ll listen.
Gotta go.