July 2
. . . for he gives sleep to his beloved. Psalm 127:2
The clock ticks and as it strikes the hour; the chimes sound like clanging bells rather than the lovely Westminster melody heard in the day time! The house creaks and groans with noises that typically would not be noticed at all. With the activity during the day there is rarely an awareness of the dog breathing, but at 2 a.m. it sounds like there is four of her! Like the jumbling thoughts in my head, I like so many others, toss and turn unable to find respite; so many situations uncertain and so many needs all around. Knowing we have little control over any of it can be disconcerting.
Restless, I keep asking myself what I can do to resolve the concerns in my heart. I throw the blankets off and pull them up again, carefully trying not to awaken my tired husband. Quietly get up, walk around and go back to bed again. I pray for morning to come quickly, and remind myself that God is with me – with each and every one of us, and we are alone with nothing. As I pray finally my body settles, my mind settles, and once again I am reminded that this body and mind, gifts from God, are in His hands and I begin to relax. Blessed sleep finally returns and before I know it, a flicker of morning light is filtering through the curtained windows.
The things that brought about tossing and turning are still there, but somehow in the light of day they do not seem as insurmountable as in the darkness. In fact, in the quiet of the early morning, I am presented with answers to my questions and solutions to problems, I hadn’t considered before! How easily I can forget His ever present love and care for all of us! It seems God was at work while I slept, silently, quietly gifting my spirit. How good God is to us!
Father, thank you for tending to our souls and needs while we sleep. Abba! Father! We are yours!
Copyright© 2014 Kathleen A. Matson
. . . for he gives sleep to his beloved. Psalm 127:2
The clock ticks and as it strikes the hour; the chimes sound like clanging bells rather than the lovely Westminster melody heard in the day time! The house creaks and groans with noises that typically would not be noticed at all. With the activity during the day there is rarely an awareness of the dog breathing, but at 2 a.m. it sounds like there is four of her! Like the jumbling thoughts in my head, I like so many others, toss and turn unable to find respite; so many situations uncertain and so many needs all around. Knowing we have little control over any of it can be disconcerting.
Restless, I keep asking myself what I can do to resolve the concerns in my heart. I throw the blankets off and pull them up again, carefully trying not to awaken my tired husband. Quietly get up, walk around and go back to bed again. I pray for morning to come quickly, and remind myself that God is with me – with each and every one of us, and we are alone with nothing. As I pray finally my body settles, my mind settles, and once again I am reminded that this body and mind, gifts from God, are in His hands and I begin to relax. Blessed sleep finally returns and before I know it, a flicker of morning light is filtering through the curtained windows.
The things that brought about tossing and turning are still there, but somehow in the light of day they do not seem as insurmountable as in the darkness. In fact, in the quiet of the early morning, I am presented with answers to my questions and solutions to problems, I hadn’t considered before! How easily I can forget His ever present love and care for all of us! It seems God was at work while I slept, silently, quietly gifting my spirit. How good God is to us!
Father, thank you for tending to our souls and needs while we sleep. Abba! Father! We are yours!
Copyright© 2014 Kathleen A. Matson