On occasion, insomnia gets me. On a regular basis, I wake up two or three times a night but am usually able to return to my sleep pretty quickly. But not always.
A couple of nights ago, The Husband and I had a sleepover and our guest was the teewwoo year old grand baby. When she is our overnight guest, she and I sleep in the "lellow" bed, meaning the guest room with the bed with yellow sheets and comforter. Hence the "lellow" bed. Forget the toddler bed with the handmade Winnie the Pooh sheet. She prefers the big "lellow" bed. So, of course, I don't argue with her over that. I've learned you choose your battles so we sleep. Or one of us does.
On this particular night, she moved all over that lellow bed. I rediscovered her need to be close to the other person in the bed. Right up next to me. Security. She would go from vertical to horizontal back to vertical but always close...you get the picture. Let me tell you, though, as I was awake a lot of the night with all this moving and shaking, I was blessed to listen to the breathing of that little one as, though moving and shaking a lot, she was very peaceful and contented.
As I found myself awake with the night light dimly lighting that room, I began to think of life. I obviously do that often during the daylight hours as well. I found myself thinking of friends who were going through tough times. I found myself thinking of all the times I had gone through rough times and overcome. Before I knew it, a tear seemed to drop from the corner of my eye and right there at 3 a.m. in that lellow bed, I became overwhelmed that I have a heavenly Father who loves HIS children. I gave absolute true thanks to my heavenly Father. Thanks for always being there to let me snuggle close so I can rest my spiritual soul. Thanks for being a heavenly Father that I can pray to on behalf of those I love and care about and for those who just might have said, "Remember me when you pray". Thanks that people actually can say, "Remember me when you pray". Thanks for the sweet breathing of that moving and shaking angel beside me and the safety of a home where there is love. My single tear became many as I was blessed in that hour and the ones that followed as I counted my oh, so many blessings.
Several years ago a friend gifted me with a wooden lamb that says, "Don't count sheep. Talk to the Shepherd." It applied to me the other night.
Sometimes it's not how much sleep you get, it's how much thanks you find. Praise the Lord, I found it the other night there in that lellow bed.
I will close from a verse from one of my favorite scripture chapters:
Psalm 91:2......."I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God, in him will I trust."
Consider.......
A couple of nights ago, The Husband and I had a sleepover and our guest was the teewwoo year old grand baby. When she is our overnight guest, she and I sleep in the "lellow" bed, meaning the guest room with the bed with yellow sheets and comforter. Hence the "lellow" bed. Forget the toddler bed with the handmade Winnie the Pooh sheet. She prefers the big "lellow" bed. So, of course, I don't argue with her over that. I've learned you choose your battles so we sleep. Or one of us does.
On this particular night, she moved all over that lellow bed. I rediscovered her need to be close to the other person in the bed. Right up next to me. Security. She would go from vertical to horizontal back to vertical but always close...you get the picture. Let me tell you, though, as I was awake a lot of the night with all this moving and shaking, I was blessed to listen to the breathing of that little one as, though moving and shaking a lot, she was very peaceful and contented.
As I found myself awake with the night light dimly lighting that room, I began to think of life. I obviously do that often during the daylight hours as well. I found myself thinking of friends who were going through tough times. I found myself thinking of all the times I had gone through rough times and overcome. Before I knew it, a tear seemed to drop from the corner of my eye and right there at 3 a.m. in that lellow bed, I became overwhelmed that I have a heavenly Father who loves HIS children. I gave absolute true thanks to my heavenly Father. Thanks for always being there to let me snuggle close so I can rest my spiritual soul. Thanks for being a heavenly Father that I can pray to on behalf of those I love and care about and for those who just might have said, "Remember me when you pray". Thanks that people actually can say, "Remember me when you pray". Thanks for the sweet breathing of that moving and shaking angel beside me and the safety of a home where there is love. My single tear became many as I was blessed in that hour and the ones that followed as I counted my oh, so many blessings.
Several years ago a friend gifted me with a wooden lamb that says, "Don't count sheep. Talk to the Shepherd." It applied to me the other night.
Sometimes it's not how much sleep you get, it's how much thanks you find. Praise the Lord, I found it the other night there in that lellow bed.
I will close from a verse from one of my favorite scripture chapters:
Psalm 91:2......."I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God, in him will I trust."
Consider.......