Do over, Please

So, I have an on-again/off-again relationship with my bed. I love my bed. I love being in my bed. I love staying in my bed. As a matter of fact, in the mornings, I would much rather stay in my bed than get out of it. Just sinking into the soft warmth and ignoring the fact that there is a cold, dark morning awaiting me.

However, at night time, when the house is quiet and all the kids are asleep, I'm not eager to get in my bed. It just seems like such a perfect time for some alone time. Alone with my thoughts. Alone with my chores if I choose. Alone with Facebook, just for the fun of it. The only problem in this nightly bed-resistance is that it prolongs my bed-affection in the morning. Which, in turn, can create problems for getting the boys up and off to school on time.

Last night was no exception, and while I was 100% ready for bed by 10:10, with opportunity to get mega-sleep, I chose to send two more e-mails. Ahhh, the fateful decision to open the computer after it was put to sleep for the night! I should know better. Really, I should!

The rest is history. If you were on facebook at 11:00 last night you know I was there too. Uhgg. That was followed by 45 more minutes of surfing the internet. Bedtime: 11:45. This morning was so painful. The boys go to school early, so I have to get up early, and today when my alarm went off, I was having a full-on case of bed-affection! As well as a full-on case of self-kicking. I hate it when I do that - stay up too late and rob from today what could have been a gift for today.

I wanted a do-over.

Not expecting that He would be very sympathetic to my poor plight, seeing how it was my own fault and all, I asked God if He might redeem my day, even though I'm the one who shot it in the foot before it even began. I wasn't sure what "redemption" of my day might look like, but I asked anyway.

So I rolled out of bed at 6:15, got the boys out the door on time with Jeff (7:20ish) and sat down in my cozy purple chair with my warm soft blankets and tried to read my Bible. I was a definite nodder, however, and I finally allowed myself to kick back and take a little snooze. Two unusual things happened next. First, Abby slept later than usual. And second, when she woke up, she allowed me to keep snoozing. I had no sense of how long I had been in the chair when our upstairs neighbor came down to leave for work, and I discovered it was 9:30.

As I slowly came more and more awake, a smile started in my soul and spread over my face. Even though I didn't deserve it, God had redeemed my day. He gifted me with two extra hours of sleep to make up for the two I wasted last night.

Not sure if there are theological ramifications for my interpretation of this morning's events. . . but I personally feel as though God smiled on me and I'm ready to roll. :)