Have you heard the song by Tenth Avenue North called “Worn?”
If you have, you know there’s a part of the song that says:
“My prayers are wearing thin
Yea I’m worn
Before the day even begins.”
That is my battle cry this week.
I used to have a baby that slept through the night and took naps. Maybe he’s forgotten how. Maybe he’s changing.
Whatever it is, he’s not sleeping well anymore!
As I write this, I’ve been up since 3:00am and I am being fueled by strong coffee and Jesus’ grace. Seriously, there’s no other explanation for how I’m still upright.
I went to bed at 9pm last night, exhausted from the day. Already exhausted for the day to come.
In those early morning fogs, I rack my brain trying to think of what to do next. Do I feed him now or see if he can wait? Do I rock him more? Do I just get him up? What if I did this? Or this?
When my feet hit the ground much earlier than I think they should in the morning, there’s another part of the song I need to remember:
“I know that you can give me rest
so I cry out with all that I have left.”
So Father, when I’m worn, when I’m tired, when I’m dreading the day before it’s even morning, please help me find rest — rest in a few quiet moments, rest in a beautifully alive baby, rest in a warm cup of coffee, rest in you, my Daddy.
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