Night prayer

Won't you dance with me?
Throughout the heavens and below the seas
Up on the mountaintops...

I went to bed with a sinus headache last night-- the sort that comes on suddenly and without warning, leaving me wanting nothing except meds and a very dark room. So I didn't say my prayers like I usually do before sleeping. "Please, God, make it stop" was about the best I could manage.

Somewhere in the night I woke to find that the pain was blessedly gone. I tossed off a brief and heartfelt "thank you" for that and rolled over, intending to go back to sleep. Instead, I found myself in prayer for quite a while, floating through a random blend of thankfulness and concerns. Not asking for anything, but holding up what's been on my mind and heart: family joys and cares, the details of the search process for a call. . .

Won't you dance with me?
Throughout the heavens and below the seas
Up on the mountaintops...

I don't know when I went to sleep, exactly; but I woke up this morning with that snippet of a praise song running through my head, over and over. I don't know why-- I haven't heard the song in a very long time, and it's not especially a favorite. There it was nonetheless, along with a sense of being connected to my prayers in the wee hours. I had to get up and track down the rest of the lyrics, so it would leave me in peace.

This is holy time
We're gathered together to worship you
and love one another
and as we pray
and as we sing
and as we dance
and as we dream
Lord, I ask of you just this one thing...

Won't you dance with me?
Throughout the heavens and below the seas
Up on the mountaintops
Flow with the breeze
Come, carry me
Lord, won't you dance with me?

Amen.