I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me. -Psalm 3: 5 (NIV)
It is a all-too brief feeling. In a dead sleep, twenty minutes before my body-clock wakes me normally, for the last workday of this short Thanksgiving holiday week.
Bam! Comet’s paws hit me out of the delicious blackness.
I’m awake. More like a stupor. Comet leans over to wake me with gurgling sound that dog-lovers know either as a hungry belly – or what I presume as an urgent need for a walk.
I stumbled into some clothes and got the dog-leashes. Out we went. Dear Lord, when the days are short, it seems like the hour just before dawn is just so dark! Or it is because I am still trying to wake the other half my brain not engaged in moving my legs this morning. I’ll dress properly when I get back. Can’t go to work unshowered and shirt misbuttoned anyway.
I am thankful for the many blessings I have. Truly. I realize that the child-like enjoyment that Dexter and Comet get from walk, or a full food bowl (Comet) or lavished attention and ear scratches (Dexter), or that I receive from my wife’s love for me are blessings that I should remain thankful. Just give me a little grace this morning. And coffee.