Our household has been rather sleepless lately. Transitioning the Young MC from a crib to a twin bed has proven to be an exercise in sobbing, frustration, and lost sleep—and that is just the adults. I keep hoping that tomorrow will be better, but as we round the corner on week five of this, it is hard not to despair a little bit. We’re all desperately tired and grumpy.
Paired with a seriously bad attitude and short fuse, my major complaint about this fatigue is how it has stripped me of the ability to formulate and/or complete a single coherent thought. Every time I sit down to write, nothing that makes any sense comes out. It’s particularly exasperating when the need for an outlet is so great, but the ability to organize my thoughts is so minimal.
In these moments, I am especially grateful for music. I recently heard the passage in the Book of Romans again about the “spirit interceding with groaning too deep for words,” and couldn’t help but think that perhaps the Holy Spirit’s groans were musical ones.
Until I get some more rest, I have Ben Harper to sound like I feel:
Amen.
