May your restless nights become quiet sanctuaries.
May your irritants be wrapped in wisdom.
May you find, in the middle of your wandering,
a pearl more valuable than the treasure you sought.
And if your prayer comes at 3 a.m.—
because someone once said,
“Maybe God wants some private time with you, just to talk”—
may you honor that invitation.
May you meet Him there,
in the stillness of night,
where pearls are formed not by sleep,
but by presence.


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