Today I am going on about 2 hours of sleep.  Yesterday, it was about 4 hours.  Ava wouldn’t let me put her down for very long either night.  She has been congested and teething and, at night, will only sleep in my arms…and restlessly at that.

But God has been merciful to me.  Despite the lack of sleep, my sore throat and congestion that had been threatening to become a full-blown cold have instead begun to fade away.  The mornings that greeted me with dizziness and a body aching with exhaustion (have I mentioned that I do not handle lack of sleep well?) have given way to days of slow, but consistent productivity.

As is often the case in my life, I have found that, when my strength fails, God reminds me that in my weakness He is made strong.  He renews and upholds and breathes life in a very real and tangible way.  I am so thankful that this day matters to Him, that He sees my need and responds with a grace that only becomes more glorious as I reach the end of myself.  His goodness still takes me by surprise.