No, not the tv show. I once saw five minutes of it and was completely grossed out. I won’t be going there again.
In this case, “The Walking Dead” is actually referring to me. You see, I’ve always been rather fond of sleeping. I would leave a study group so I could sleep. I have found my best naps to be taken in cars, and I once slept through my husband attacking a raccoon that was trying to eat our chickens. I’m a 9 hour girl, and anything less can result in some pretty grotesque moods and a less than stellar attention span.
And now I’m a mom. Those precious 9 hours have gone out the window and I often wonder if they will ever return.
As a result, I can be pretty grumpy and moody and have an unflattering tendency to take my angst out on my husband. I am at my worst and my weakest and am the most vulnerable to attacks from the enemy when I start calculating how few hours of sleep I’m getting in comparison to my ideal 9. I am obsessed with sleep.
It’s in these moments of weakness and desperation that I realize God is trying to teach me how to depend on him. I am beginning to discover that when I stop feeling sorry for myself and start thanking Him for the immense amount of blessings he has poured into my life, the sleep doesn’t matter. In fact, some of my best moments with Him have been on the back end of a sleepless night.
I wholeheartedly believe that the Lord tests us in our weaknesses, urging us to let go of control. He knows that it is only through Him that we are strengthened and renewed. I assure you, I fail at this more times than I succeed, but I am becoming more and more certain that if I stop trying to force sleep to happen, I will actually feel more rested. So I pray that perhaps instead of being “The Walking Dead,” I can become “The Walking Life.”
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” (Matthew 11:28-29, NIV)