I am one of those people who deal with their stress in the middle of the night. I wake up worrying about everything. I am sure you don’t understand why would someone who is so faithful in believing that God is control, has a control issue. But that is me in a nutshell.
It always seems that at 3:18 I wake up with worry. My husband grumbles at me and my faithful dog, Ginger, who never leaves my side, grumbles too.
I have had a lot of stress lately. And it seems that when it rains it pours. The people in Colorado and Mexico are literally living it out but here in Denise land, its been flooded.
My youngest daughter had to have oral surgery to retrieve an impacted incisor in her maxillary sinus, my mother had eye surgery because of a pending blindness, and today my middle daughter had to had an endoscopy and colonoscopy. As if that was not enough my faithful friend Ginger, jumped off the couch damaging her ACL. Oh, lets throw in my husband coming down with a fever for spice.
Last night I pick up Abby from dance and on our way home she shuts off the radio. Usually it is blaring loudly with Taylor Swift, or some hip hop number. Tonight she gets in the car and wants silence. We roll the windows down in the car and gaze at the beautiful full moon. It was just coming up on the horizen and it was bright and brilliant. We were in awe of God’s display of the Moon.
On that car ride I felt a blanket of peace come over me like I have never felt. It was heavy,heavy, heavanly peace. That’s all I can explain it as. To peaceful to sleep apparently. I actually had a difficult time going to sleep. What is wrong with me? God, the Creator of the world gave me peace and I can’t sleep.
Tonight, I am going to have a glass of wine or two. Watch television and rest.