Working full time and attending a week-long seminar hasn't allowed for a lot of extra time, especially when that said seminar is encouraging me to establish godly disciplines in my life such as rising early, daily bible reading and those sorts of things. Getting enough sleep is already hard for me, (even though I make it a huge priority) so when I was in bed by 10:30 last night, there was a smile on my face.
I was fading into the blissful land of sleep very quickly when I heard faint whispering coming from the bunk below me.
"Girls are you both in the same bed?"
There was a pause and then a quiet, "yeah."
"Get back in your bed, and go to sleep."
"We'll stop whispering, I promise!" the youngest interceded.
"She makes me sleep in her bed every night because she's afraid of having nightmares!" the older one announced. "I never get to sleep in my own bed." And then to her little sister, "You'll be fine, 'cause we didn't watch any movies tonight."
Twenty minutes later our older sister came in to hear the tail end of the discussion.
"I really think God wants us to obey Him just because we love Him, not even expecting or thinking about the blessings that come from obedience." (This was from the 12 year old.)
"What are you guys talking about?" the older sister asked.
"Oh, theology, philosophy and doctrine. You know... all that stuff."
Twenty more minutes of sleep versus twenty more minutes of deep discussions fueled by my baby sisters?
Somethings are more important. Yeah, even more important than sleep.