It's 3:30 a.m. and I'm still awake -- not so unusual for me, but I wanted to be asleep a few hours back. I'm very tired tonight, too tired to sleep, even.
It's still a good night, even with the fatigue. I went outside about 1:30 to see if it was raining, since the weatherman was reporting we were under a flood warning. No rain, just the sound of birds shifting in their nests in the Bradford pear. The night sky had a yellow glow from the city lights reflecting off the cloud cover.
Thunderstorms have just gotten here so I have the rumble and bumble to keep me company. Sometimes, being awake to hear the sounds of the night is good. It's a reminder that even when we're sleeping, God's still up, keeping watch.