I have been keeping to my Lenten promise to dedicate a half hour to prayer and meditation every day. Unfortunately, I haven't been sleeping well. I don't remember my half hour commitment until I'm tossing and turning in the middle of the night. What else can I do while my husband snores beside me? I go ahead and seize the sleeplessness and use the time to pray. Then, mid-prayer I fall asleep. I'm not saying that God konks me out as I pray for sleep. I never pray for sleep. It just follows prayer...or I should say interrupts my prayers.
My grandpa once approached my minister father with this same problem. He was upset by the fact that he always fell asleep while he was praying. My dad told him that he couldn't think of a better way to fall asleep. Bubba has been known to doze on the couch when I'm mid-sentence, and it drives me crazy. Sometimes, I glare at him until he wakes up. Other times, I just quietly leave the room. If I'm feeling particularly feisty, I fuss at him about it.
I felt guilty when I realized that I was doing the same thing to God. Instead of dreading God's glare until I rouse, I've decided to embrace Grandpa's sleep habits. I don't think God minds if I fall asleep in the middle of our conversation, but I won't be letting Bubba off the hook that easily.
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