Every parent remembers well the first days of bringing your baby home from the hospital for the first time. Or maybe they don’t?
Because honestly, it’s all a blur.
Sleep is so rare during this season. The average person’s goal is 8 hours of sleep, but for the new parent, sleep is not really a goal at all, it’s more of a suggestion.
I remember getting up one morning after a particularly long night (Liz and I took take turns on the “night shift”). The alarm was set to 7 am, and when it went off, I didn’t. Liz had to push and shove me so that I would turn it off.
When she first woke me up I was very upset. “What are you doing?” I grumbled. “Why won’t you let me sleep?” I pleaded. She responded, “Your alarm is going off. It’s 7”.
Now you have to understand that I was exhausted, still with one foot in my dreams and the other in real life. Her words were barely making sense to me. So I don’t know if I meant it or not but I argued. “No, it’s not,” I said in defiance. “It can’t be” I breathed in disbelief.
“It doesn’t feel like it”, I argued internally.
Liz responded, “Well it doesn’t matter what it feels like. The fact is that IT IS 7 o’clock”.
She was right. It was 7. That was a fact, that was the truth. And my feelings, no matter how real they were: my exasperation, my tiredness, my weakness, my hopelessness, my desperation, my emptiness, none of it could change the facts. Truth trumps feelings, every time. All that was left was for me to accept it, and get up.
Here is some truth for you:
You are forgiven. (1 John 1:9)
You are powerful. (Acts 1:8)
You are loved. (Romans 5:8)
You are destined (Jer. 29:13)
You are free from sin (Romans 8:2)
Whether you feel like it or not.
So get up.