Sleep well, my love...

Each night, just before we go to sleep, Bronwyn and I read together from the bible. We use published notes, which pick a particular series of verses to read each day, and then give a comment on them. Last night we got into bed, and got out the bible to read the night's verses. Just as I found the passage, Bronwyn looked at her bedside clock and realised the time – 11:30pm. She was upset... “I didn't realise it was that late. How can it be 11:30?” We've quite often had late nights, Bronwyn needing to work long evenings to prepare for each following school day, and this week has been particularly bad. As her alarm sounds at 5:55am, the nights become short and she's been exhausted. As Bronwyn sat in bed, on the verge of tears, I turned to the bible passage and read it out. It was a Psalm, the entire Psalm only five verses long, yet the notes indicated to read just the first two verses. They were:

You can speak of coincidence. I will speak of a timely word that demonstrated God cares about Bronwyn's circumstances. “What does it mean?” asked Bronwyn. “It means God had a word for you today."

We're going to bed earlier tonight.