Let’s do this. 5 minutes of free writing with no pressure, no edits, no rules, and just plain fun.
I sneak over to his side of the bed after he’s snuck out to shower. My sleepy brain is still in complete sleep mode. When he comes back, he prays over me for my day and I mumble a prayer back. Though, let’s be honest, I can’t say for sure that what I said was all that great. I do remember how he made fun of me because my words were messed up and then I joked back with him that God was going to smite him because he was making fun of my prayer. He played right along with my sleepy state. When the nights are long and work schedules are late, I find myself needing so much more rest than I’d like. I grumble about how I used to get up at 4 something or 5 something. He gently reminds me that I also used to start work at 6. Work starts at 3pm now and that definitely causes a shift. He’s ever full of grace for my sleepy, restful state and I’m humbled. Rest for the soul. A place to rest my heart. Rest for my body. Saturday, come quickly, I’m ready for a day of rest.