The fear that creeps in the night

We're dog sitting a big red Golden Retriever this week and the energy level in the house goes from WWF style matches to loud panting on the ground. Right now it's the calm before the storm so I figured I'd take a few minutes to update the blog.

Brian wasn't feeling well last night. The poor thing is having to adjust back to sleeping normal hours again after a week of working 11pm-7am. He's still awake at 3 am, not sure if he should lay in bed or get up. He's been opting for the latter and has been running on little sleep for the past few days. (And I thought recovering from all-nighters with teenagers was hard!). Anyway, last night he told me he was going to bed early, and since my body can't quite force itself to go to bed at nine, I gave him a kiss and said goodnight. About twenty minutes later he resurfaced. The look on his face had more worry in it than a look of death (which is how I prefer to look when I'm sick). Basically the fear of what was wrong with him took over. All those what if's and worse case scenarios we often think about, were robbing him of sleep. I don't always have this response, but instead of turning to Web MD or getting the Nyquil out, I offered to pray.

I realized after last night how much I undervalue the power of praying together as a couple. The fruit that comes out of a time when two people are surrendered to God in prayer is incredible. After praying, talking, and meditating on some bible verses we both were ready for some sleep. Brian's not 100% today, but the peace that both of us possess is much greater than it was yesterday. I feel more united and more connected to my husband than I have in awhile. It felt good and right to focus our attention on the One that is the Solid Rock, the ultimate Healer, and the one in perfect control.

As for me, I look to the Lord for help. I wait confidently for God to save me, and my God will certainly hear me. Micah 7:7