Papa, The \”What If\’s\” Pushed Me Out of Bed!

Why is it that the \”What If\’s\” wait until bedtime to show up? I sit in my chair and fall asleep watching t.v. I wake up to find I\’ve missed the most important last few minutes of the show and now I don\’t know if he did it or not or if he was convicted if he did it. So I drag myself to bed and IMMEDIATELY the \”What If\’s\” join me in the bed.

\”What if someone hurts one of my grandchildren?\”
\”What if one of my family members gets arrested?\”
\”What if someone steals the volleyball goal or basketball goal that we borrowed from the church?\”
\”What if someone breaks into our home?\”
\”What if one of my kids falls down the well at my mother\’s house, which is 200 miles away in another part of the state?\” –wait, that was the \”what if\’\” from 25 years ago. What are you doing in my head? Get out!

\”What if , what if, what if…?\” It finally gets so crowded in the bed with all the \”what if\’s\” wiggling around that I have to get up.

Okay, now I\’m awake. So what to do?
-Check my email.
-Read a chapter in my book.
-Plan an agenda for the meeting tomorrow night with my VBS workers.
-Consider who might be gifted enough to handle our nursery for the upcoming year.
-Stare at the room I\’m creating for my crafting adventures, and rearrange it in my head a hundred times or so.
-Pray for my grands, my kids, my precious husband. (hmmm, should have done that first!)
-Place that order for Bible study books for the youth group.
-I could iron a shirt or two… Nah. I\’d rather wrestle with the \”what if\’s\” than iron.

Listen to music. Headphones on. \”Oh, My Soul,\” by the David Crowder Band, soothes my wrestling, restless soul. Excuse me while I close my eyes for a moment to worship. Be right back.

\”Ever faithful, ever true, You are known, You never let go.
Oh my soul overflows, Oh what love, Oh what love…Oh my soul fills with hope… Perfect love that never lets go.\”

You mean, seriously, I don\’t have to worry about the \”what if\’s\”? And all that other stuff, You\’ve got that under control? Forgive me, Papa, for not remembering that. The guardian/protector in me still assumes I have to fix it all alone. I guess since You have it all under control, I can get back to bed, huh?

First, I have to listen to Mahalia Jackson sing His Eye Is on the Sparrow.

Good night, friends. I\’m suddenly very sleepy.






4 responses to “Papa, The \”What If\’s\” Pushed Me Out of Bed!”

  1. Judy Avatar

    Simply beautiful! I love reading your words – they calm and reassure my heart and soul during times of darkness (literally)…Wonder why nighttime is the worst? Aha! Because of the final quietness, the time to identify those “what ifs” that we have pushed to the back of our mind during our busy days… either in our dreams or being pushed to wake up to deal with the fears in our lives…thank you for sharing – it’s 3 in the morning and I am stating to breathe evenly again – thank you for running the “what ifs” off for another night~

  2. David Wagner Avatar

    Sleep well, my friend! Thanks for writing.

  3. Tim George Avatar

    Man have I had those kind of nights along the way. Thanks for sharing Bright Momma. I mean Claudette 😀

  4. Paula Titus Avatar

    Sounds like something out of my diary. Knowing He’s in control sure makes the “what-ifs” fade away. At least until the next time I decide to pick one up. 😉

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