last night i spent time praying for some sweet young moms who
are exhausted and emotionally wrung out. fatigue is such a thief
of our contentment and ability to handle even the smallest chores.
almost every challenge can be dealt with better after a good
night's sleep. my epitaph will read, "man, could she nap!"
if athletes and astronauts need their rest to perform their best, how
much more should moms? what's the big deal about bouncing a
ball or flying around in space? we have these dear little ones who
deserve our clearest thinking and most loving care.
"it is vain to rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread
of anxious toil; for He gives His beloved sleep."
psalm 127:2
"but how am going to sleep if the baby is up all night, and i
have a toddler awake most of the day?"
desperate times call for desperate measures. we have to sleep
whenever they do and finish our chores when they are awake.
on weekends, let our precious husbands get up with the baby.
tell them you will reward them for every extra hour's sleep. :)
love,
lea
