
After tossing and turning relentlessly, I stumble out of bed. Pour myself a glass of milk hoping that I will find sweet slumber tonight once again. I stub my toes in the dark as I make my way across the minefield of our house from the kitchen, through the livingroom, back to bed. I lay back down, trying to convince my body that it is tired and wants to sleep. But my mind won't rest. I replay my day over and over again as I lay there. I can't seem to shut off the brain. I remind myself that I only have a few more hours of sleep before I must get up and start getting ready for work. "Not helping!" I remind myself. This kind of pressure only causes more frustration over the fact I can't sleep, which in turn causes me not to sleep!
I turn the alarm clock away from me. The red glow of its numbers seems to sear through my eyelids, convincing my body that it is time to get up. It's such a tease. Once awake, its red numbers ticking away the remainder of the night, a cruel reminder of the sleep that I've now lost!
Then I recalled a verse that Michael and I would say together at bedtime when he was little:
I will lie down and sleep in peace,
for you alone, O LORD,
make me dwell in safety.
Psalm 4:8
I lay back down, reciting this verse. A peace begins to come over me. The soft patter of the rain begins to lull me back into the sweetness of my dreams. My eyelids have become heavier. And my thoughts are starting to trail off. Yes, my body is taking its cue. It is time for bed, again. So I think I'll give this sleep thing another try. I will lie down and sleep in peace! Thank you, God, for the rain and another chance at sleep. Good night, all!
Grace and peace, friends!
In His Love, Cathy
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