Rest

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Friday morning, I was all set to go to the gym.

It was 4:50am. Yes, that’s right. 4:50am.

During the minutes prior to that dastardly time, my alarm went off twice and I carried my daughter back to bed. Between 4:50 and 5:15am, I debated whether or not I should head to the gym or go back to bed.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I knew I made the right choice.

Was that lazy? Maybe on another day. But that extra rest was totally necessary.

I have had an issue with sleep for a long time. I began snoring in high school. REALLY snoring. Sleepovers with friends led to complaints from said friends and the occasional “incentive to cease” implement heaved in my direction.

In college, I failed classes because I couldn’t stay awake.

As an adult, I lost jobs and nearly wrecked my car several times.

I was diagnosed with sleep apnea. I’ve used a CPAP for over 10 years and am convinced it saved my life. But to this day I have issues with getting enough rest.

Lately, I have been trying to get to bed at a decent hour so I can get up and work out, but on the Friday in question I stayed up too late. And my body knew it.

I am still learning how to manage my sleep, and I am in a season of life where I have a great deal of responsibility. It is more important than ever for me to recoup.

In ministry, there is always SOMETHING to do. Something to occupy the mind. A situation that requires a solution. A better method to implement. But none of that matters if I am a zombie. My church gets cheated. My family gets cheated. My God gets cheated.

*yawn*

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