Today, my day 5 of a month of daily writing will be five minutes about sleep.
Because I love to sleep. (Who doesn't?)
I used to get a good dose of eight hours sleep each night. I couldn't stay awake if I wanted to, because I spent 3-4 hours a day working out (running and lifting), and my body had had enough by around 8:30 each night. Eight hours of blissful sleep later, I would wake up and do it again.
I was single and childless then, too.
Now, I am married, with three children (whom I homeschool), and I rarely "officially" workout. I would still love to get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, but that rarely happens now.
Even though my kids are older and will go to bed and usually sleep peacefully, I have never consistently rested well since having them. I'm always in high alert when they go to bed. Or pummeled with thoughts of things to get done, or what-ifs about the day that just ended (or the one to come).
Crazy-making, sleep-depriving thoughts. Why do I do it? Why don't I just relax and enjoy the rest that God has so graciously given, that built-in need to recharge my battery?
After all, God never sleeps. He is always awake. He will keep me (and my children, and my tomorrows, and everything else) and I have nothing to worry about.
So that is what I'm going to think about tonight, when my head sinks into my comfy pillow and the anxious thought try to crowd out the comfort - God never sleeps. He is always awake, always alert, always watching over me.
Because I love to sleep. (Who doesn't?)
I used to get a good dose of eight hours sleep each night. I couldn't stay awake if I wanted to, because I spent 3-4 hours a day working out (running and lifting), and my body had had enough by around 8:30 each night. Eight hours of blissful sleep later, I would wake up and do it again.
I was single and childless then, too.
Now, I am married, with three children (whom I homeschool), and I rarely "officially" workout. I would still love to get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, but that rarely happens now.
Even though my kids are older and will go to bed and usually sleep peacefully, I have never consistently rested well since having them. I'm always in high alert when they go to bed. Or pummeled with thoughts of things to get done, or what-ifs about the day that just ended (or the one to come).
Crazy-making, sleep-depriving thoughts. Why do I do it? Why don't I just relax and enjoy the rest that God has so graciously given, that built-in need to recharge my battery?
After all, God never sleeps. He is always awake. He will keep me (and my children, and my tomorrows, and everything else) and I have nothing to worry about.
"He will not allow your foot to be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber, " (Psalm 121:3).
So that is what I'm going to think about tonight, when my head sinks into my comfy pillow and the anxious thought try to crowd out the comfort - God never sleeps. He is always awake, always alert, always watching over me.
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