I used to tell the family I was going to sleep....45 minutes later after having finishing the dishes, loading the laundry, picking up the house, double checking the dogs and writinge a list for tomorrow I would head finally for bed.
Now when I say I am going to sleep, it's the time I cuddle on the love seat with the cat and go through my prayer book, prayer list and evening devotion. And since the husband is sick and sleeping downstairs cuz he can breathe better sitting up, I get the whole bedroom to myself....except of course the cat.
So I am sleeping...or rather I am slowing myself down to prepare for sleep. When the kids were little I don't remember doing this. I fell in bed exhausted, happy and thrilled that the day ended without major injuries or melt downs. Now, I take a nap after lunch and when I go to sleep, it's more time to think so I don't always sleep. Falling asleep is a challenge. Why is it that some of our best prayer time is when we try to sleep?
I woke this a.m. and challenged by the message last Sunday, I did try to rise early while it was still dark like Jesus did. One of the many differences between myself and Jesus... I couldn't quite get out of bed. I realize Jesus didn't probably have a Serta sleeper, with extra plush queen top. Jesus probably didn't have three nice warm blankets over him and two, no, three pillows snuggled around. perhaps if the luxuries of life were missing, getting out of bed to pray wouldn't quite be as much of a challenge as I seem to make it. However, I can get quite intimate with God snuggled in my nest...and I can listen as he speaks to my heart...and then I get up and get the prayer book out...
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