This week has had its highs and its lows when it comes to sleep. The girls started the week off on a huge high -- sleeping for 9 hours. Then, as the week progressed, their sleep digressed. We have had some rough nights. However, last night as I was laying them down and having their prayers with them, it hit me. No matter how many times they may choose to wake me and daddy up, I am thankful to God for the blessing of my girls waking up. I think about the babies out there that die from SIDS...they just don't wake up. That hit close to home for a good friend of my sister's recently. Rather than get frustrated when they wake me up, I want to remember to praise God for the blessing of them waking me up! Not only should I savor every moment I have with them at this stage, but I must remember to savor and reflect in the fact that my baby girls are protected each and every night from our loving Savior and the heavenly angels that are sent down to keep watch over them, every single night. For that, I am thankful. And for those tiring moments in the middle of the night, I too am thankful.
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