Showing posts with label #sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #sleep. Show all posts

Saturday, August 20, 2016

God is Always Awake

A couple of nights ago, I suffered restless leg syndrome all night long. I finally slept about an hour and a half. I usually sleep well. My hubby was dozing away. I couldn't even sit. I stood most of the night

  Night is a lonely time when you're awake. Everyone is asleep or on their jobs. You can't call anyone for encouragement. It's not safe to go running around town by yourself. So, I walked back and forth. I stood and swayed to the tempo in my head.

  Most of all, I prayed. Praise God. He's never asleep. I could talk with Him about anything. He created me, so He knows all about my troublesome aches and pains. It's a great time to intercede for your children, your friends, and your church.

  I didn't like having that fitful night, but God used it for good.

  When a restless night ends, it's like dawn over our world.
 
Dawn over North Texas Caprock



He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.  Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. 
                                    Psalm 121: 3-4 KJV
 
 
I love the quote: Why lay awake worrying? Give the job to the Lord. He'll be awake anyway.


Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Mothers and Daughters

I wrote the story below several years ago but never published it. God prompted me to post it, today. I pray it ministers to some who might be suffering the same turmoil.  Praise God, my daughter is now in a much better place since I put down these words.

For me, my Christmas cactus is a point of hope.
              

     My dreams turned to nightmares. I awoke with a start. The room was dark, and my husband snored softly, but I was wide awake. I remembered our daughter that’s floundering in hurt and denial.

     Wednesday night’s class taught on the breakdown of love between mothers and daughters and the resulting scars. While sitting in the class, I’d been convicted. Perhaps my daughter’s anger at me came from the judgmental attitude I had toward her—the same condemnation I had felt from my mother. Two days had passed since that class, and I had yet to act.

     At two in the morning, I crept out of the bedroom and to our computer. I typed a letter to my daughter. With every word, a tear fell to the keyboard. When temptation caused me to venture into what she had or hadn’t done, I deleted and returned my actions for the focus.

     When the letter was finished and reread, I folded it and put it in an envelope ready to mail.

     Last week, a devotion book had been first to call me to repentance for not forgiving my daughter for her lifestyle. Obviously, God had to hit me over the head several times before I’d act.

     I chuckled at that thought. “I’m learning, Lord.”

     Shadows danced on the wall from the moon shining through waving trees outside our windows. The smell of roses permeated the house. My husband and I celebrated our forty-sixth wedding anniversary yesterday.

     “Teach me, Lord. Forgive me as I forgive my daughter.”

    Last Sunday, the preacher used the text Matthew 28:20 KJV

“…..lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.”   To the Christian who has walked away from God, Jesus still stands close, ready to embrace and heal.

    My head rested against the chair. As I floated in a half-awake state, a vision drifted through my mind. Jesus followed my daughter into a bar and sat on the next stool waiting in case she turned to Him. Though I could no longer protect my child from harm, Jesus could go wherever she went.

    My eyes drooped. When I went to bed, my body sunk into smooth sheets. The love of my life covered me with his warm arm. God filled me with peace. My supplication had been heard. Thank you, Jesus.