All of this happens as if there never was a night.
Yes, it's early.
And He is already working, my heart whispers. Although all still sleep in my house, He is divinely working in this world He made. He was working before any of these activities began. He was already orchestrating this day, deep in the night. The night that all of this activity has forgotten.
That's what I must trust - that He is working deep in my "nights". Dark nights are long and lonely often stealing our minds to worry, wander, and discouragement. But no matter how dark, no matter how long, regardless of how uncertain the night I face, there is a light that can burn,
She girds herself with strength, and makes her arms strong. She senses that her gain is good; Her lamp does not go out at night.
Lamps extinguish without their source of light, leaving the darkness to taunt and haunt even the strongest.
The question presents itself....Where must I get the light to burn in the darkest of nights?
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet.