My Year of Napping

I've got to admit it. I'm tired. Like every moment bone.breaking.tired. The other day I heard the first year of a baby's life referred to as "the year of napping." Isn't that spot on for most? You try to fit in 10 minute naps throughout the day, and 3 hour naps off and on throughout the night and then when your baby sleeps for four hours straight, one of the other six is dependably going to rouse you from your napping - so a year of napping it remains. Sometimes I cry in the morning for like 10 minutes after my night of napping, and then I put my game face on because that's the best option. And really, crying is a sweet release. (Dear Mother, I am not depressed or unhappy, I am just tired after only being a quarter into my year of napping. I think you had 36 years of napping for different reasons, so you get it, right?)
Throughout this year of napping it would be lovely if my dear offspring were the most obedient, peaceful, whine-free creatures on the planet, but they remain human, so tis not so. Fortunately, this upset in my life has helped me relate to Moses like never before.(I know that was not the segue you were expecting.) I had a laugh out loud moment the other day when reading Numbers 11. At this time Moses is feeling irritated and exhausted by the complaints littering the Children of Israel's mouths. Moses is pleading for help from the Lord and in verse 14 says, "I am not able to bear all this people alone, because it is too heavy for me." Which sounds really heavy and horrible, but I started laughing and said, "Amen, Brother. Amen." But then I noticed the more import part. My new comrade had gone to the Lord with his problem, his worry, his exhaustion and his faith. In verse 16 the Lord then blessed Moses with 70 men to help prophesy and bear the burden of the people.
It is okay and normal to feel overwhelmed by what's on our plates, especially during the year of napping. But what a beautiful reminder Numbers 11 was for me to take my troubles to the Lord and then wait in faith for my burden to eventually be lifted. Plus, I'll count my blessings that my year of napping isn't 40 years of napping/wandering like the Children of Israel.