When God Tucks you In

Yesterday was a “bad” day. It wasn’t bad in the sense of a major crisis, calamity, or catastrophe; rather one unpleasant event piled onto another until a rubbish pile developed.

The centerpiece of the bad stuff was an outpatient medical procedure. The doctor was running way behind schedule. My stomach was empty, the gurney in the pre-op area was uncomfortable–after waiting two hours I was ready to call it off. Other little bad bits hopped onto the bandwagon. I kept reminding myself that so long as my eyes had opened that morning, it was a good day, but I wasn’t feeling it in my heart.

By bedtime I was discouraged. When we went to bed I was exhausted, but my brain was busy. I lay in bed and prayed. After twenty minutes or so I knew that I wasn’t ready to sleep, so I crept downstairs to read.

I chose a book I’d been meaning to read and curled up on the couch. Our dogs followed me downstairs and lay at my feet. Two hours later, I began to feel relaxed and sleepy. Almost there.

I switched on the computer. I’d been thinking about a blog post and planned to draft some rough thoughts before I went back to bed.

As a matter of habit, I checked my email and Facebook. Nothing new in email. As my Facebook page opened, my eyes rested on this post, from my newest Facebook friend:

“Tonight’s word to sleep on! HOPE IS THERE HOPE I STILL Believe there is!”

Peace flooded my heart. I woke up the dogs, called them upstairs, and drifted into sleep.

11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for
good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”
Jeremiah 29:11 (NLT)