Very early yesterday morning, after getting less than 3 hours of sleep (and waking up at 1 a.m.), I posted “Sleepless,” a short blog about how sleep disorders often go hand in hand with PTSD. What I did not mention, probably because I was too tired to write much, is that my combat veteran husband has a very rare non-24 hour sleep disorder. (Rare in sighted people, that is.)
But last night, we both got a good night’s sleep and woke up feeling refreshed early this morning — which is when I took the sunrise picture from our back porch.
A good night’s sleep is a wonderful blessing. Several people commented on my blog yesterday that they were praying about my insomnia. Thanks! I guess that because my husband and I are one person in the sight of the Lord, the prayers worked for both of us!