"Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life." Psalm 42:8

For most of my adult life I have enjoyed the nighttime hours, in fact looked forward to it. The night coming meant I could lay down, rest from the busyness of the day, retreat from the stresses of life, hide as it were from the hussle and bussle, refresh myself for next day's challenges. So, I never really grasped the full impact of the promise in Revelation 22:5--"And there shall be no night there..."

But I'm beginning to understand. Malcom told me the other day that he dreads the night. Instead of rest and refreshing, nighttime now often brings fevers, drenching unexplainable sweats and insomnia. Such has been the last couple of nights. Last night he began to spike a fever. I spent hours bathing his head and neck with cold cloths hoping to bring down the fever. In the early hours of the morning the fever broke and we were able to rest an hour or two. By the way, I did call the doctor and he sent out an antibiotic to take. Pray that it helps and brings relief soon.

This illness surely has us on a roller coaster ride. Yesterday during the day Malcom seemed to have good energy. We enjoyed a visit with his brother and family who had driven here from Austin, Texas. We were looking forward to attending church today. Who would have thought that the night hours would thrust us back down? I thought much about that during those dark hours. I now have a new appreciation for heaven in which God tells us we won't have to dread the nights! And I praise the Lord now also, for even in the night He is there. His song is there singing to me assurances of His constant presence.