Holding Hands in the Dark

Sleep eludes. My best efforts to produce it come up short, so I slide out of bed, wander down the hall, set my mind on something else. I'm gone a while, longer than I should be if I want to function in the morning, and when I finally drag myself back to bed, the hour and the time expired make me certain my husband will not stir.

Yet as I slip under the covers, his hand finds my arm. He says nothing and I really don't think he's awake, but his fingers pat and slide down my arm until they entwine with mine.

I can't help but smile and don't even care that sleep still feels far off. Apparently he's aware of my presence and must have noticed my absence. I am known and missed. Even in his sleep.

If a human can do this, how much more can God, who NEVER sleeps or slumbers, notice me? How much more does He see? How much more must He love us?

He will not let you stumble;
the one who watches over you will not slumber.
Indeed, he who watches over Israel
never slumbers or sleeps.

The Lord himself watches over you!
The Lord stands beside you as your protective shade.
The sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon at night.

The Lord keeps you from all harm
and watches over your life.
The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go,
both now and forever.

Psalm 121:3-8

Thank You, Lord, for indications of Your notice, for confirmations of Your care. Thank You for the reminder while holding hands in the dark.


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