A nasty pitfall of getting old is having trouble sleeping. In the last few years it's been more of a problem than every before. I have no trouble falling asleep, and usually do within minutes. The problem is waking up after 3 or 4 hours and feeling totally awake. I wouldn't mind getting up between 3 a.m. and 4 a.m. every morning if that didn't mean I'd feel exhausted by dinnertime. Sometimes I can lay awake for an hour or so and then fall back asleep. Last night it was impossible so I finally gave up. I woke up at 3 a.m. and lay there until a little after 4. I tried not to think of the 'to do' list for the day. I tried not to worry about small things. I tried not to worry about big things. But it was all in vain. Everything seems to be magnified at night. The smallest issue can be dwelt on and blown way out of proportion. So finally a little after 4 I got up. The house is quiet, it's cool after all these hot days we've had. A cup of tea and my Bible in hand leads to the joy one feels with starting the day right, albeit maybe a little too early. There are benefits of these early starts. Hearing the birds wake and seeing the sky go from a small streak of light to a gorgeous pink are worth missing a few hours of sleep. Feeling like I can spend hours rather than minutes in God's Word and prayer is worth the sacrifice of lost sleep. So now as 6:00 a.m. rolls around and it's time to get this day going I hope there is the possibility of a nap this afternoon. (no, I did not take this picture)
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