When I was younger and living at home there were times that my mom would say to me, "I just couldn't sleep last night with so much in my mind." I. Did. Not. Get. It.
Sleep is my dear friend. Always has been. Even as a very young child my mom tells me that I went to bed before it got dark and got up late in the morning, therefore, not needing an afternoon nap.
And though I hate to always be bringing it up: fibromyalgia=bad sleep. Which in turn = pain and fatigue throughout the day. I needed to show that "equation" to point out my intense love of and sad lacking of good, deep, sleep.
So, last night my hubby was gone overnight and usually that means I get to go to bed really early and have really good sleep (ie. no late night TV watching, snoring or hogging the whole bed by you know who).
But when you are a mom of "older" children and adult children there is something that happens to you when your greatest desire is to get really great sleep. You think. You think about all of the things each of your "children" are dealing with and ergo how you should deal with it or not and it makes for a very restless night. It is kind of like an all night wrestling match.
I try to turn those kind of nights into praying for my kids but often I fail to pray the prayer and let it go. It turns into another kind of wrestling match with God over what I should "do" about what I'm praying about.
Last night was one of those nights.
Tell me, are you on the wrestling team with me?