Recapture My Sleep.

The last few weeks, I really haven't been sleeping at all. I wake up all through the night, sweat pouring from me, and rarely get enough slumber to go by. This past week, I've had several nights with two hours max of sleep, waking and rolling and sweating and puffing pillows over and over. I run a noise maker, take sheets off, sleep in less fabric, read, write... anything to try to get some rest. But still end up in a wade of sheets, my tank top drenched, and the blaring red of the alarm staring at me with numbers I don't want to see.

Finally, after the past night of less than two hours and cooking banana bread at 4 in the morning, I woke up with defeat about trying to slumber. NyQuil and other PM drugs just weren't cutting it.

So I prayed. I finally prayed and wrote down and surrendered myself to the Lord's plan for my rest and wrote and prayed: "Lord, recapture my sleep. Retake my nights."

And last night (though I did dose on more NyQuil) I slept. Thoroughly. From 10 pm to 7 am. With my sheets still in tact. And no sweat. Even wore flannel pajama pants (gifted from my roommate) and never sweated once. And woke up with the beautiful feeling of complete rest.

Lord, thank you for taking my sleep. For retaking my nights. For capturing my rest. I praise you.