It’s 1:30 AM on Friday morning, and I wonder if sleep will come again this night, or is it to be just one more sleepless night in a long string of sleepless nights. Sleepless nights and short nights are a big source of discouragement in my life. I wonder if they will never end.
But as I’ve sat here and settled down some, I’ve recalled a verse that I’m sure I’ve written about before. It’s found in Exodus 2:25:
I love this verse, the simplicity of it. The verse before this verse states that God heard the groaning of the Israelites and He remembered His covenant with them. And then the chapter ends with 3 simple words: “And God knew.”
I know this verse is speaking about the people of Israel in their captivity, and I want to be careful to never read something into scripture that isn’t there, or remove scripture from its contents.
But on this discouraging night, I am praying that this is truth for me, too. That God heard the groaning in my sleep as I tossed and turned. That God sees me right now, though I sense Him not.
But most of all, I pray earnestly, fervently, that God knows.