Oh God . . .
We’ve been sleeping.
We as in “Christians”, Your “sons & daughters,” “believers” the “faithful” ones.
We’ve prayed for revival but we’ve fallen asleep while praying. Not knowing that You were longing for us to keep the night watch with You. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is oh so weak.
But now. Now, You stir us. You’re saying to us, “WAKE UP!” And like a sleepy headed child we’ve been slow to rise. We’ve sat up, with tousled hair, morning breath, and crust in our eyes, we’ve mumbled a few words, and sadly just rolled over.
Back to sleep again.
With each new crisis; each new wave of uncertainty, and unknown, we’ve rustled awake but only for moments. Not realizing that You have brought to us the revival for which we have prayed. It’s here. But many of us are too sleepy to see it. It doesn’t look like what we were expecting. It doesn’t have the thrill, the lights, the goose bumps that we had hoped for. It’s a revival birthed in tears and fears. It’s a revival that is calling us to rise up.
To seek your face.
Still . . . we sleep.
Oh God, don’t be gentle with us.
Pull back the covers.
Blind us with light.
Until we open our eyes and look around us and see that it’s time. No! It’s past time for us to wake up.
To get up.
To rise up.
A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, 11 and poverty will come upon you like a robber, and want like an armed man. – Proverbs 6:10-11