Here Hovering

It’s 3:30am on Sunday, and I am awake.

The phone has buzzed several times, and I know it is darkness calling.

Saturday night is attack time for the enemy. The Father of lies saves his best ones for Saturday nights to try to pollute the chance of Sunday morning resurrection.

Sickness, sin, death, and the septic tank not working all shake hands at 3:30am on Sunday.

So, I pray in the darkness without turning on the lights. 

It reminds me of the original darkness. “The earth was ...