A common story (composite, for illustration)
Think of a care worker we’ll call Esther, living in Birmingham. For two years she woke at around 3 a.m. almost every night. At first she lay in the dark scrolling through her phone until she drifted back to sleep.
When she began to pray, she prayed the same frightened prayer every night, and after a month she felt more anxious, not less.
What changed was not the hour but the content. She began to open her Bible in the night watch, to thank God, to pray His promises over her children in Lagos and her own life in England, and only then to resist the enemy. The night watch became a place of peace rather than fear.
