I hoped to be up at 6am, have my quiet time and workout. I even set everything out last night so I'd be all ready to go.
But last night was a long night. Between checking Matthew and caring for our 14-year-old dog, Twister--who is not doing well at all--I was exhausted.
I reset the alarm and opted to sleep in.
There was a time when I would have felt guilty. For not getting up early and being productive.
But this morning, I felt like God was speaking to my heart: I know you were up last night. I know you're up every night and I understand. You're willing to sacrifice sleep to care for Matthew. And Twister. That's why I chose you. Go rest some more.
And I did.
I still had my quiet time. Just a little later.
The workout hasn't happened yet, but the day isn't over.
|Twister asleep on my book!|