But yet, here I am. Tossing. Turning. Restless. Restless in my calm night, in my warm house, listening to my husband softly snore. He is at peace in his rest, despite his annoyance with heartburn a few hours earlier. That Friday night pizza, gets him everytime.
At peace. Where is my fear? Psalm 27:1 reminds me "The Lord is my light and salvation, whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life, of whom shall I be afraid?" He is my light and guide. He shows me the way through His word. I trust in Him for my life, as I know only He can save it.
The devil is everywhere. He is prowling around like a Lion. He is hungry and wants me for his next meal. I am weak, especially when I sleep, or try to at least.
During the day, when I am running here and there, fighting the stores for deals, or traveling on airplanes, I can tell how much I rely on Christ for strength. I believe He will give it to me, and He does. He makes me brave to ask the young man to stop dropping the "F" word every 3 seconds. He makes me patient to rebuke my children. He makes me humble as I am reminding how unawesome I am without Him.
And as my head hits the pillow, I close my eyes, I pray. I pray for me, I pray for the world and I praise Him. I praise Him for peace less nights. I praise Him for my puffed up and then ever-so-humbly brought back down to reality way of thinking that I am awesome. He is the awesome one. Jesus. Perfect. Holy. Never gave into all the temptations by the devil. He is the only one who will give me sleep. Heavenly, peaceful sleep.
