“I pray because I can't help myself. I pray because I'm helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time- waking and sleeping. It doesn't change God- it changes me.”
― C. S. Lewis
― C. S. Lewis
I believe in the sun even when it's not shining. I believe in love even when I don't feel it. And I believe in God even when He is silent. (quote found on the wall of a concentration camp)
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Sleep In Heavenly Peace
Every morning, Sarah, lovely little lady that she is, gets up before everybody, puts on the family pot of coffee and then comes into our room to snuggle. It is one of the most precious family rituals that I will always remember. :)
The boys used to do this too, but they were too little to make coffee. They all wore blanket sleepers and would come in and I would wake up with four little boys all snuggled all around, peacefully sleeping. :)
Those are precious memories.
But, not so long ago, nights were not so peaceful. Our girls each struggled with going to sleep and with HORRIBLE nightmares or night terrors.
Anna had so many worries and struggles when she was little, and it was hard for her to get to sleep.
Then she would wake up with fears. It took awhile for her to get through that, but she did.
When Sarah came home, she was able to get to sleep snuggling up with Anna, but then.... she would wake up to the worst nightmares of being cold and hungry. In the middle of July she would wake sobbing.. "I'm sooooo cold!" She wasn't really awake; but somewhere in between. It was heartbreaking!
We finally got every, single blanket that would fit on her bed and put them all on there telling her they were ALL HERS and she would never be cold again! She was THRILLED.
She would go to sleep in the summer with ALL those blankets piled up and after she fell asleep we'd pull them back so she didn't die of heat stroke! :)
As we would feed her at night when she woke hungry, she began to stop waking and eventually the nightmares stopped.
With Erika, her nightmarish cries were so terrible! They were deep and terrifying. Her cries were that of a lost, desperate soul in torment. At first she dreamed in Russian, and after 6 months, she started dreaming in English.
We would hear her cry out.... NOOOOO!!!! MAMA!!!! and we would run. She would be rocking back and forth trying to comfort herself and we would hold her. She would wake up, and smile at us and then peacefully drift off to sleep, not remembering the horrors of the night.
I was SO GLAD she DIDN'T remember! Some things ought not to be.
The dreams that went on several times a week, then went to once a week, then once every couple of weeks and then once a month and finally, FINALLY after about 2 years.... never returned.
We are so thankful!
Alli told me that she too struggled with bad dreams, and sure enough, on our first night together, she had a terrible nightmare. I was laying next to her and held her, gently waking her up to tell her she was safe.
She has only had 1 other night mare in 22 months!
One of her early observations after she had been home a short time was, "Mama, I don't have nightmares any more!"
Praise the Lord for peaceful sleep!
My sweeties...... sleep in Heavenly peace! :)