I’ve moved to the couch in order to not disturb my husband. After
addressing all of the above I answered some emails and now I am talking with you.
Anxiety about being tired tomorrow only works me up more, Lord, why can’t I rest?
A battle like this, not being able to sleep, reminds me of how weak, fragile I am. When what I take for granted is disturbed, I crumble. Then I read about Jeremiah being dropped into a well, up to his neck in mud, with people throwing rocks at him and he trusts in the Lord without a single whiny word. (Lam. 3)
I have so much to be thankful for; even when I can’t sleep I can still sit in my Father’s presence, enjoy a warm fire, and communicate with others, amazing.
That is what so many of those bumps in life are like, they seem like the straw that will break the camel’s back, until I start to be thankful. Thankful for everything and anything turns a dark situation bright.
Yep, peace is coming; thankfulness is my welcome mat for peace.
So I say, “good night”.