The text from the Song of Songs, “I was asleep, but my heart was awake” describes a lot of my nights.
Another interesting thing is that I wake at 3 a.m. This isn’t every now and then; it is nearly every single night. At 3 a.m. my eyes pop open if only long enough to see the clock. Most of the time I am already awake. I have never mentioned this to anyone, although through the years I have learned from others that exactly the same thing happens to them.
I believe something must be happening at 3 a.m. that requires notice, prayer, diligence or pardon. Maybe it is just me and two or three other people on the earth that are up roaming around this time of night. I don’t know. It’s a good time to drink Ovaltine.
“And what I say to you I say to all: Stay awake.” Jesus