Last night, I was in bed by 8 p.m., but I woke up around 1:30 a.m. and got up, feeling restless.
In those moments, I’m reminded of the comfort, peace, and rest that prayer provides—even when I can’t physically rest.
Sometimes prayer is simply turning on music, letting my heart cry out, and saying, “Hallelujah, God be praised. He is risen.” Prayer has a way of grounding me, offering peace that surpasses understanding, and reminding me that I am never alone in my struggles.