As I enter into the third trimester, I must say, sleep is a precious commodity. Not only do we often sleep in beds other than our own, but I awaken to various sounds, discomfort, or baby Hinson kicking at my ribs. Many times I'm tempted to be annoyed and frustrated. Is eight (okay, I'll take six!) hours of sleep too much to ask? But alas, I am reminded that this is going to be a norm with small children (not to mention ministry on the foreign field). It is also opportunity. Reading through my journal, as I often do to be reminded of what God has taught me, I was drawn to this entry in January of last year:
"The Lord awakened me to the sound of the wind. Admittedly, I did not appreciate waking at 3:20 a.m. to a sound much like driving between two semis with the windows down. It was loud! -Perhaps like a "mighty rushing wind." At first, I attempted vainly to fall back asleep, yet sleep averted me. After a seemingly long and stretched out forty-five minutes, I realized that I was wasting my time. Here I had an appointment with the Master of the Wind, and all I could see was the annoyance of waking early. It was then that I recognized how selfish I am, for I could not view an early morning windy "rude awakening" as a divine appointment in a haven of His power. How foolish! I began to cry out to God, to converse with Him; sharing my heart and hearing His. And then, I fell asleep..."
Apparently, I still have more to learn, as sleep fades and evades and I am called into the stillness of God's presence. My calendar is booked my friends. I have a midnight appointment.
"The Lord awakened me to the sound of the wind. Admittedly, I did not appreciate waking at 3:20 a.m. to a sound much like driving between two semis with the windows down. It was loud! -Perhaps like a "mighty rushing wind." At first, I attempted vainly to fall back asleep, yet sleep averted me. After a seemingly long and stretched out forty-five minutes, I realized that I was wasting my time. Here I had an appointment with the Master of the Wind, and all I could see was the annoyance of waking early. It was then that I recognized how selfish I am, for I could not view an early morning windy "rude awakening" as a divine appointment in a haven of His power. How foolish! I began to cry out to God, to converse with Him; sharing my heart and hearing His. And then, I fell asleep..."
Apparently, I still have more to learn, as sleep fades and evades and I am called into the stillness of God's presence. My calendar is booked my friends. I have a midnight appointment.
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