Lately I’ve been having trouble sleeping.
For the last two weeks I’ve been waking up around 3:30 AM and having to get out of bed to go to the restroom. I try not to because I know I’ll not go back to sleep, especially since the alarm is set for 4:05 anyway. So I’d lie in bed stewing.
Every day I complained about having to get up a half hour before an already outrageously early wake up call. I don’t have to be at work until 6:00 but I don’t like rushing around in the morning, and I like spending time with the Lord and doing devotional time in the morning because after work I’m too tired to focus properly, and it is a much needed down time. Sometimes I fall asleep.
But lately for various reasons, it seems like I can’t get enough done in the time before work to feel like I’ve properly honored God; the dog is having stomach issues and needs a longer walk, I need to finish something I started the previous evening, I need to prepare something for work, take out something to thaw, or I’m searching for something I need to take with me. It’s been a mad dash to get out on time.
A few days ago as I was lying in bed waiting for the alarm to buzz and feeling aggravated once again at the inhumanity of it all, the Holy Spirit pressed a thought upon my mind.
“Why don’t you use this extra time to pray?”
I can pray before my feet even hit the floor! It was a simple but sweet message from the Lord.
And so it goes.