The Wading Pool

Little guy looks peaceful, doesn’t he?  Snoozing away.  I need to grab the camera at 4 am when I’m changing diapers, and he’s losing his mind.  Serene?  Not hardly.

Actually, as far as newborns go in this family, Silas has been a breeze compared to our girls.  One week in, and he’s actually given us a couple of four hour stretches of peace during the night, and that’s not so shabby.

Last night was not one of those.  I don’t think any of us got more than a few winks at the time.  It wasn’t all his fault, either.  Mom didn’t feel good, and that translated over to little man, so none of us got much sleep.

If you know me, you know I don’t do well with sleep depravation.  A day or two, I’m ok, but when I’m running several nights in a row without good sleep I become Grumicus Maximus.  That day was today.

I know my boy can’t help it.  It’s just what newborns do.  I know my wife needs my support, and I’m trying my best to give her all I’ve got.  I know that this is part of this thing called marriage where I’m supposed to die to myself, and sleep is a part of that for me.

I’m trying.  But you know what?  I’m so glad God doesn’t get tired with us.

“Behold, He who keeps Israel Shall neither slumber nor sleep.”  Psalm 121:4

He never sleeps.  He never gets tired.  He never gets grump with us.

Thank You, Lord.

And if You will, please give us rest tonight.