"One thing I have asked of the Lord, that shall I seek: That I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to meditate in His temple." Psalm 27:4 (NASB)
Monday, October 19, 2009
It's 5 a.m. I hadn't planned to be at the computer this early. In the morning dark.
At 12:05, I had buried my face under the covers and cuddled next to a suitcase. Dennis packing for Dallas.
At 3:50, I awoke to NPR music. Loud. Hadn't heard it for 20 minutes.
"Are you awake?" I groaned.
"No, but I'm getting up anyway."
At 4:15, Dennis woke me up again to kiss me goodbye. After locating my face under the pillow.
At 4:20, I heard Gracee crying for her mom. I stumbled downstairs to her room and found her buried under shreds of Kleenex. She'd had a bad dream. Probably about being attacked by a giant box of Kleenex. She said shredding had helped her fall asleep. I picked the Kleenex out of her hair, tucked her in, and restarted her music. David Meece.
How she sleeps with music that peppy.
At 4:30, I staggered back to bed and began to doze to the strains of "God's Promises are Rainbows in the Night" streaming through the monitor.
At 4:45, Gracee called again. She was still scared. Her stomach hurt. She had to go to the bathroom. And then Rose Dog had to go out. I got everyone settled and fell back into bed. Wide awake now. Sort of. With a slight headache. I prayed a bit.
So now here I sit wrapped in my fluffy white bathrobe. The one the tea baptized the other night when I dozed off on the sofa. Smelling of bleach and Tranquil Mint lotion from Bath and Body Works.