A Sleep-in

This morning I slept in and I felt guilty. See, I stayed in bed and allowed my mother to take care of the boys (I have an excuse for being tired...MT woke up four times last night and JD 2x--what's up with that???).

Don't you feel sorry for me? (That's a rhetorical question...I don't deserve sympathy).

Personal martyrdom is not my motto. I tried to recruit help last night. I nudged my husband when MT woke for the fifth time as a monsoon of urine exploded from his diaper. My husband groaned--he didn't move. I sighed heavy and with MUCH disgust I threw off my cozy covers and shuffled my way to MT's bedside. All I could think of as I changed his smelly damp trousers in the dark was, "Why can't I just sleep? I want to sleep, sleep, sleep. All I ask for is a little help. That's all. Just a little help. Why is it always me..."

And help is exactly what God sent me when my mother decided to wake up and tend to my night owl children.

So why did I feel so guilty?

I consider myself spoiled in this life. I often and I mean OFTEN think of those less fortunate when I partake in overindulgent moments as I did this morning. So I prayed and felt a little sheepish. Then God reminded me that my remembering those less fortunate is good, but I should also be thankful for the sleep-in this morning...that's grace.

Grace is coupled best with humility. If not paired with a humble heart, grace can be hard to swallow. Pride can often cause our throats to swell and close in selfishness and face-saving.

But I don't care about looks. I humble myself before You, Jesus. I love God and the grace He shows me in such things as a lazy Friday morning sleep-in.

Thanks gracious God. I am truly humbled before You. Praise the name of the Lord!!!