It’s officially Wednesday, but I haven’t yet finished my Tuesday.
Silas and I are up, sitting at the kitchen table, our faces reflecting the light of the computer screen…we’re like two little moons.
He blows raspberries, pats the table and tries to type along with me.
My contacts, after too many hours of wear, have suction-cupped themselves to my eyes. My whole body longs for sleep, for the comfort of my bed. In six short hours I have to get up to take Eli to school, and I know I’ll probably be awake with Silas once more before that.
I don’t say this to gain sympathy, or to puff myself up.
Rather, I say this because I am realizing how accustomed I’ve grown to this schedule; to this sacrifice.
And, I say this because I am truly amazed at how God is carrying me through right now, giving me strength for the moment, grace in all things and guidance.
I think he’s starting to doze off…Good night, all!