It’s
a new day…the hour hand has moved into Friday, and I don’t think I’m done with
Thursday, yet. The movement from day to
day seems to blur each night when sleeping doesn't begin until after the new
day has begun. We are night-owls around
here, but that doesn't work well for all of us all the time. The sunlight sneaks into our lower level
bedroom at its break and, though I can usually sleep through it, Jeff
cannot.
Dear God of day and night, we
fill our waking hours to overflowing and we do not sleep as long as we need or
want, but you are with us, protecting us in our weariness. Help us to become better stewards of our own
sleep habits. Amen.