…for humoring me and for putting up with my ridiculously self-absorbed, sleepless-in-Georgia post. I know I recently wrote about not comparing crosses, but when I have a cousin with leukemia fighting for his life, a friend who just lost someone important to her family to suicide, other friends who are suffering the loss of a miscarriage, and all the other problems in the world, I admit I’m a little ashamed of my woe-is-me griping about a dearth of sleep.
And a big part of the problem is me and my unwillingness to rest in God and to stop pushing myself (and sometimes my kids) so hard. As my husband gently reminded me, I have the tendency to stay up way too late and to try and do way too much. “You know you sometimes have insomnia, so you’ve got to go to bed earlier.”
Sigh. He’s right. Again.
When I perpetually delay my own bedtime, I find that my physical, emotional, and spiritual health suffer. The bottom line is if I fail to make sleep more of a priority, I’m not only apt to feel lousy and on edge, but how can I really expect to begin to rest in Him if I’m not resting at all? Sleep deprivation is a vicious cycle, but it’s one I do have some control in breaking.
I’m the adult here – the one who’s not supposed to be fighting sleep.
So into bed I go, and tomorrow I’ll start anew and tank up on Christ, trusting that He will give me all the graces and patience I need to be the peaceful heart of my home.