I’ve been getting up multiple times every night for nearly four years now. My oldest son is almost four. He was followed by my two year old, who was followed by my 11 month old. Three boys born in the span of a three years.
When we were expecting our first son our friends who had children told us how we would get up and lean close to our baby just to make sure he was still breathing. I was sure I wouldn’t be that mom. I would entrust my children completely to God. I would never check to see if they were breathing. Of course they were breathing! Why wouldn’t they be?
But they were right. The first cold he caught turned me into the kind of mom who looks close and lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of that tiny chest rising and falling in rhythmic breathing.
And in subtle ways I’ve become that mom. Slowly but steadily attempting to take back the control. To carefully loosen God’s grip on my children to hold tight to them myself. Little by little I’ve been exchanging the peace Christ offers for desperate attempts to keep my home and family in order and within my reach.
But it comes slyly. I realized that last night as I left the baby in the crib after his 3 a.m. feeding. On my way back to bed I usually peek in on my older two boys. Last night I thought about why and decided not to.
What do I gain? A lifestyle of worry. But when I decide to entrust them to God’s keeping. I gain peace. And can claim the promise of Proverbs 3:24 with confidence. Don’t you love it? A Biblical promise of a good night’s sleep, and the afternoon nap part is just icing on the cake!
You'll take afternoon naps without a worry, you'll enjoy a good night's sleep.