Night hath a thousand eyes. ~John Lyly
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness
I learned the language of another world. ~Lord Byron
I’m pulling one of my all-nighters on the couch. I tried to go to bed, but laying my head down just made it hurt worse, so I’m back up.
I don’t mind being up at night. I could do without the pain…but some of the best lessons I’ve learned have come during the night. When the house is quiet, the world is sleeping…I sit and listen. That’s usually when I hear God’s voice the clearest.
Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son…
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