My dad may not be able to beat up your dad, but I bet that he can out-sleep your dad. Or anyone else for that matter. He does not have narcolepsy; he simply has the ability to go to sleep anytime, anywhere within a couple of minutes. I have always been amazed at his sleeping skill and I have wondered if it was something that I may have inherited. So far, it hasn’t happened.
It’s not that I usually have difficulty sleeping; I generally go to sleep rather quickly once I lie down. But I have never gotten fully dressed for work an hour earlier than normal just so I could lie down on the kitchen floor to sleep some more. I have also never driven home in a state of sleepiness, parked my car in the driveway, and taken an impromptu 30 minute nap in the car before going inside. My dad has done both of these. One day I hope to be able to sleep like him.
Recently, though, my sleeping ability has been the opposite of his. Over the past few days I have had great difficulty going to sleep. I am tired, somewhat exhausted, but this hasn’t made going to sleep any easier. In fact, it seems to have become even more difficult. And aggravating. Even though being unable to sleep is aggravating enough, it can be made even more so by following these four simple steps:
Step 1: Have a chihuahua who can not jump up on the bed, but who will sit and whine until someone grabs him and places him there.
Step 2: Be the person who sleeps on the side of the bed that the chihuahua always chooses to do his whining.
Step 3: Have another dog sleeping elsewhere in the house who enjoys barking at random times throughout the night, waking up the whiny chihuahua.
Step 4: Make sure that the whiny chihuahua is so hyperactive that he is unable to hear another dog bark without jumping off of the bed to check it out.
And keep repeating this—ALL. NIGHT. LONG.
Maybe I am overstating this a little. Maybe it only happens a couple of times during the night. Maybe it doesn’t even happen every night. But it is aggravating.
I can’t really blame my inability to sleep recently on Biscuit (the whiny chihuahua), though. The main reason I’ve been restless has to do with a five letter word that I usually don’t have a problem with—and I’m not talking about syrup.
I’m talking about worry.
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication,
with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God
I know that many believe that the presence of worry reveals an absence of faith. I guess I believe that, too. Sort of.
But I also know that I am human. And as a human I often struggle with believing God for what I can not see; gor what I have absolutely no control over.
I’m a pastor…and I sometimes struggle with worry.
And I know that this will continue to happen periodically until I finally make it home.
Until then I will keep repeating what a man once said to Jesus—“I believe, help my unbelief.”
That is often the best that I can do.
(Are you a good sleeper? What is your preferred sleeping position? Are you worried about anything right now? Share away!)