If Psalm 23 had been written by the mother of a 2 year old who also happened to be a minister on a journey towards a more disciplined prayer life it might begin a little something like this:
The Lord is my Shepherd. I’m well cared for and have all that I need except sleep. Sleep would be good God. Sleep would be good.
I am a tired, tired soul. This past week has been rough sleep wise. I’ve been up at 3 more times then I care to admit. Twice my son decided it was morning and another time I awoke with a brilliant idea for the blog that was gone as soon as I fell back asleep. I really should sleep with a journal and pen for moments like that. I’ve been getting up earlier and earlier. This morning I was up at 5:45. It has been suggested that God wants more time with me. I would have thought that 5:45 was too early even for God, apparently I was wrong.
The Lord is my Shepherd. He’s supposed to be leading me to rest by quiet waters, isn’t he? Maybe that’s just for David…
I have next week off from preaching. I hope to sleep, play, read, write and embrace all that extra time brings. I am looking forward to more time. Just time to do what ever comes forth. It should be good for my soul. Maybe I’ll find those quiet waters.