When I finally did hit the sack, babe decided it would be a good night to gobble up everything in me, every few hours. Leading up to a growth spurt I 'spect. My cry in the wee morning hours was please, please Lord, can he sleep for at least the next three hours. I just need three hours. Pleeeeese Lord.
Then I wondered why I was begging--He reminded me that I'm a simple human, and I care enough about my child to drag myself from my cozy sheets before REM sleep could hit. If little ol' me cares that much, how much more willingly does my Heavenly Father's feet hit the floor when I cry out for something. I don't need to beg. He heard me the first time, cuz He never slumbers nor sleeps.
So I'm a little tired today. But my mind travels to the many moms out there whose hubbys are out of town a lot. Some working out of province, others trading their lady and their child for a life of selfish me-time.
Knowing my Father hears their cry too, I send out a cheer. I don't know how you do it. Long nights. Longer days. Lonely moments.
So I choose appreciation. For You, Lord. For you, my dear husband. And for all you ladies who go it alone. Well, physically alone--cuz I know Someone Who can help, and He doesn't slumber or sleep.
