I canâ€™t sleep.
Itâ€™s and I desperately need to sleep, but I canâ€™t.
In fact, Iâ€™m wide awake.
And whatâ€™s worse, Iâ€™m actually wrestling.
Iâ€™m serious. Itâ€™s the stinkin UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championships) right here at the Singleton home.
And the most dreadful thing of all?
I keep hearing
You canâ€™t win!
Sheâ€™s right on this one. I know she is, but Iâ€™m still answering the bell and coming out round after round after round.
Itâ€™s embarrassing because I canâ€™t even see my opponent, but I know heâ€™s there.
At least I hope He is.
Otherwise, Iâ€™m getting trounced behind the woodshed for nothing, by nothing.
Iâ€™m not the first to take on this opponent. You can read about one dude (here) named Jacob who wrestled Him all night long. I hope Iâ€™m not in for that long a bout, but Iâ€™ve done it before, and I may have to do it again.
You see, sometimes I just need an extra dose of His presence.
Thereâ€™s nothing like it–To know that He is right there with you and that you are on the right path.
Heâ€™s my audience.
An audience of One.
He knows my heart, so thereâ€™s no sense trying to snow Him.
I mean, how ridiculous is that?
But people do it.
Tonight, feels like Iâ€™m in a desert, but Iâ€™ll be alright because Iâ€™ve been here before. I know that He will show. It says so here. He just wants my full attention.
Sometimes it takes a desert experience to get it.
When youâ€™re in the desert, youâ€™ll look for water.
I guarantee it.
You will absolutely seek out that life sustaining liquid.
You have to in order to live.
Thatâ€™s why God sometimes puts me there on purpose.
He wants to talk.
Tonight, I think Iâ€™ll listen.