It seems as though everything is shifting and changing so quickly, at least it feel that way to me. This morning, I am feeling thankful for some really random things that not so long, kinda irritated me. The main thing on today is how easily and peacefully my hubby falls and stays in a deep sleep.
In the early years of our marriage it irked the fire out of me. I still had a lot of buried hostilities. He would just be lights out, ni-night, and was finished with the day! I would fidget and fuss and on occasion accidentally, NUDGE him. I’ve confessed. God is faithful. I’m forgiven. Moving on now, folks.
This man could sleep with spotlights flooding the room. He can just as easily sleep in strange motel rooms. I think if we were in the woods, in a tent with an open container of salmon, and we knew there were grizzlies on the way, he would take a nap with instructions to “Wake me when they get here.” Okay, maybe a skosh of this~mama~papa~drama there, but only a skosh. This kind of drop~off to dreamland used to tick me off. I wanted him to be as restless as I was at night.
His desk always has all manner of electronics on it and every single one of them has some sort of colored light on the outside even when the item is off and closed. His desk was always in an area of our bedroom. For me, it was like trying to catch a few winks on an airport landing strip in the middle of the night. We would try to huddle them all together and cover them, so I could sleep. Sensitive soul, yes?
He knows I’m a bit oriented towards the insomniac and has always tried to make sure I was settled in perfect comfort before retiring for the night. He puts my favorite socks on my feet, covers me with the softest fur blanket, turns the fan just so to help me breathe, makes sure there is something in a cup by my bed and then after kissing me good~night and telling me he loves me, he asks if I’m ready for the light to be turned off. Sometimes, no! I hesitate. I don’t want the day to end. I ask for another kiss. But mostly yes, because I know he is exhausted and needs his rest.
One of the things that has completely changed ~ While he could still sleep through enemy fire, I am suddenly and terrifyingly afraid of the dark. A few nights ago, we spent some time in scripture, listened to some songs and then prepared to turn in for the night. We went through our nightly routine to lights off. Once the light was off, I was instantly afraid. “NO! Please, turn on the light!” He responded immediately, turned the light back on and asked what was wrong. I told him I did not know, but please, it can’t be dark in here.
He thoughtfully turned on some of my flickering candles and that was enough. Just a soft glow, but I was able to feel peace again. It’s now a new part of our nightly ritual. And I am so grateful that even though I have once again changed things up on him, he can lay his head to rest at night and awaken refreshed to handle whatever God sees fit to allow on our plates the next day. A man who can roll with the punches and changes of life, and still sleep in peace to fight another day? Priceless!
Thank you, Lord, for the gift of my husband! And I thank you for the sweet rest you give him every night.