When I do have to get up in the night, I have trouble falling back to sleep. It was 3:45 when I got up for my drink. I layed in the bed with my head pounding and drenched in sweat, wondering if I would ever be able to get back to sleep... and I found myself in the kitchen, standing in front of the sink.
I was talking to Tom and someone else about having a calling of God upon ones life. We were talking about not being where we knew we ought to be in our walk with God. I told someone that the Gifts of God are without repentance. When God gives you a Gift, he doesn't remove it when you walk too far away from him.
I said, "I know God wants me to lay hands on people and heal the sick". I put my two hands together in front of me- and I could see the power in them- I could feel the virtue of God's healing power rushing through my arms and into my hands like lightening bolts. I laid my hand on my own head, and felt myself falling out in the Spirit. I said, this is how Jesus knew when the person touched the hem of his garment - he felt the healing power going out into the man in the crowd.
Then I woke up.
I prayed for a really long time before I went back to sleep.