“חֲצוֹת לַיְלָה אָקוּם לְהוֹדוֹת לָךְ”

“At midnight I rise to thank You” (Psalm 119:62).

Why that verse? Why now?

That moment—his reminder—opened a door in my mind. A doorway back in time. A window into a mystery.

Because David HaMelech, the sweet singer of Israel, didn’t simply thank God at midnight—he awoke at midnight. And not because his eyes happened to open. But because something woke him. Something called him.

The Gemara in Berachot 3b paints the scene.

David hung a harp above his bed. And when midnight arrived—a northern wind would blow. The harp’s strings would stir. A note would sound. And David would rise. Immediately. Without hesitation. And begin to study Torah until dawn.

No alarm clock. No servant knocking on his door.

Just a note. A whisper of Heaven. A tremor in the night that only David could hear.

And I ask you: What kind of man is woken by the wind? What kind of soul hears music when the rest of the world hears silence?