Dark Thirty

The middle of the night feedings used to be daunting. When Harrison was an infant I can remember sitting in the pitch black feeling very alone while the rest of the world slept peacefully. I heard every noise in the house, the creaks and groans. I felt my very heavy eyelids and wished I could close them. Then God taught me a new perspective. This wonderful alone time with my son was a unique prayer time with my Heavenly Father. Now the dark early morning hours aren't nearly as daunting. I spend the time praying over my two boys, praying they grow in wisdom, stature, and favor with God and men. Praying for their salvation, that they become men after God's own heart, praying for their future wives, and for God to guide and protect them.
It's in these dark thirty hours I have the sweetest fellowship with God as He lays on my heart other family members and friends. I am now thankful for the opportunity to be awake and in prayer, thankful for these not-so-alone feeding times, and very thankful for my boys God has blessed me with.


  1. That is such a wonderful perspective, Megan...thanks for sharing that. It may help me change my own perspective next time I am awakened for a middle-of-the-night feeding. :)


  2. Great perspective. I need to keep this in mind as my turn for "dark thirty" feedings approaches. ;)


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