Insomnia has been plaguing me for the last year.  It’s all because of useless worry.  I’m a fixer.  It’s hard for me to let go. 

My dear mom had a stroke and every night I desperately prayed over and over again, “God, what do I do?  I’m a speech pathologist…should I work with her myself?  Find a different rehab program?  Hire someone to come into the home?  I’m listening, God!  Please tell me!”

I had prayed this over and over again, but rarely was quiet enough to hear an answer. 

Finally, I shut up.  And the answer was there.  “Rest.  Just rest.” 

That’s just like the God I know.  He rarely tells me what I’m expecting.  It’s always something different. 

Rest.  Just trust in Him.  It’s not up to me to fix things.  Just rest.  It’s 2 a.m. for heaven’s sake!

I rolled over and went to sleep…safe in His care and His promise that if I come to Him, he will give me rest.  And my mom.  And my family. 

Months later, I can see he’s been working.  He hasn’t “fixed” my mom like I envisioned, but he has given her peace and contentment.  And he gave our whole family a great gift this Christmas when my mom said, “I’m most thankful…that…I am alive and here.”

Rest.  Just rest.  And trust God.