So I feel like I’m in a bit of a slump. Baby Thomas is having to share a room with Ginger and me because our house is far from being revamped. We have holes in the walls, unfinished floors, and nails exposed as fun little traps waiting to catch your shin if your not careful.
So baby Thomas is not sleeping really well these days because of teething or some other law of babyness night patterns, so that means Ginger and me are not sleeping well either. That boy has some lungs and can cry with the best of them.
So with sleep deprivation often comes a funk. I’m in a funk. It is hard to get motivated to work hard at work and work hard at home and then sleep a bit to go work hard at work and then come work hard at home. In the midst of the cycle, my feelings are all jacked up. I don’t feel much like I’m very effective at life in general and I don’t really “feel” anything from God. But I’m glad my faith is not based on feelings.
Don’t get me wrong, the two can be intimately combined and a life without ever “feeling” at all is a pretty sad life. But, when we walk through the valley or enter a funk, the same truths that rule the universe are as true as when I feel the presence of God as close as my babies breath on my cheek. Romans 8:28-29 and 38-39 are still true if I feel like a loser or if I feel like a success.
So… with all that said, stand on the promises of Scripture and if you see me with eyes closed in my office, I am probably just praying… (in my sleep that is.)
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Oh how I’m right there with you! Funk. What is it about that word that is so self-explanatory? Seriously. Praying for you all!
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I remember those days of infant sleep-patterns and teething well. And don’t envy you. It does get better though.