For good or bad, when sleep won't come, I pray. I've found it's a sure-fire way to drop off. Any guilt this may create is rationalized away by thinking how pleasant I would find it to sit by my child's pillow, hearing a small voice share the cares of the day, then trail off as sleep took over. When my head's been on the pillow awhile, and thoughts are racing, prayer quiets me, almost without fail.

The last few nights I've found myself too weary to sleep. Adrenaline and long to-do lists tempted me to conjure up visions of wooly creatures jumping over fences. Instead I began to pray.

"God, please protect my mom as she drives home from work, and walks into her apartment. She's also waiting on word of a job opening; so is Leslie. Sarah is busy with the kids, Don is traveling tomorrow, and Leslie has the flu. Could you please protect the baby, Jeremy and the rest of us from this current bug?"

I realized, in the midst of these pillow prayers, that I felt a bit bad 'bothering' God with the little stuff. Would the same God who places angels all around us, provides all we need, mind circumventing a few germs?

Lying there, trying to slip into slumber for too few hours before the next day would begin, I had a revelation. God isn't big. God isn't small. He just IS. His being all-powerful gives him the power to handle everything in my life, big or small. It's no more difficult for him to prevent a war than it is to find me a parking space. He's not 'bothered' by my small requests any more than he is flustered by my larger ones.

He just is. All the power I need, for anything I need.

That thought was the last one on my mind as I slipped into slumber last night.

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