It happens regularly that I am roused from slumber by the light of the full moon. It is a weird feeling to be awakened by that big white eye peering into my second floor window in the wee hours of the morning. When it first began happening it was eery but as it became familiar to me I began to welcome the oasis of calm and peace in the middle of the night when evrything feels soft and warm.

I wake and wonder why I have... and then I notice the light flowing in on me and see that beautiful moon through the branches of the tree outside my window. It always feels like a fresh cozy blanket gently spread over me. I feel like a child whose mother has slipped in late at night to check on me while I sleep. She sees that all is well and gently and lovingly brushes the back of her hand across my cheek as she leaves....awakening me just enough to feel her love for me before I slide back into my dreams.

I see that big old Moon Eye staring in and it always makes me think of God. It reminds me that he is always with me and that he does watch over me always. It reinforces for me the faith that, even when I forget about him, he remembers me. He's guiding me always to the right path, shining his light so I will not be lost in the darkness, leading me back when I've stumbled. And I feel peace.

Now, when the moonlight wakes me, I send up a grateful prayer. Sometimes it is just a few short words of thanks and other times it is a heartfelt plea for forgiveness and guidance. Always I fall asleep in God's arms for the rest of the night and wake in the morning rested and grateful for the new day.