Proverbs 15:15 (New Living Translation)
15 ...for the happy heart, life is a continual feast.
I don't get much sleep and I like it that way. Even though my eyes occasionally betray me by turning as red as a closet vampire's or by slight puffiness (all right, bags), for the most part my body supports me very well in my poor sleeping habits.
My soul-mate and husband, Paul, seems to have given up on taming my nocturnal lurking--we do generally seem to run on different internal clocks. One of the good things that happens in a relationship though, given enough time, is that you begin to flow with each other's idiosyncrasies like water flows around rocks; the things that once may have driven you crazy--now--not so much.
I think that sleep cuts into my day too much and I fight every night to ward it off as long as possible. The morning--ah, that's another story--the bed so reluctantly slipped into, seems to develop magnetic powers overnight and when I know it's time to get up, I do so in micro-movements--very slowly.
Coffee helps--which is why so many of my blog posts start with me staring out of my kitchen window and describing the view. Besides being stunned by the beauty outside, I come to the window with my brain already stunned as I wait for that first fragrant cup of delicious, steaming, dark amber liquid.
Each of my friends is one of a kind and no two of my six grandchildren are mirror images. God seems to revel in creating variety and he definitely has a sense of humour.
Well, here's to celebrating individual differences--and to the precious gift of laughter.
Proverbs 17:22 (New Living Translation)
22 A cheerful heart is good medicine...