It’s 1:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep. Peter is lying next to me, tossing and turning, coughing. He’s just been diagnosed with pneumonia and he can’t sleep either.
My body is exhausted but my mind just won’t shut off long enough for me to rest. And this is when the enemy begins his attack. In the quiet darkness, he whispers little lies. Soon those hints of fears he’s instilling become full blown worry. Anxiety about things completely out of my control. I begin hyperventilating about future events that aren’t even guaranteed to come true. Yet this is how the enemy works. He attacks us in our weak spots. At our weakest, most vulnerable times.
I’m weak when I’m tired. I’m vulnerable in the darkness. It’s frightening.
So I pray.
Lord, protect my mind from the enemy’s attacks. Give me wisdom and peace regarding these fears he’s planting in my mind. I need your peace, Lord. Your rest. Sleep. Lord, I need sleep.
The enemy is pushing real buttons, surfacing actual fears and concerns that I keep hidden deep below. He knows where to attack to keep me on the defensive. And in my weakness, defense doesn’t work.
But God.
God is my refuge and ever present help in trouble.
God gives me wisdom.
God gives me peace that surpasses all understanding.
So I’m trusting Him now.
I feel the anxiety slowly fade as my mind focuses on Jesus. He is what I need right now in the darkness. In this stillness. In the fear.
He is all I need.