A Sunday evening wakeup call...back in Hawaii

Wow. It has been a long time since I posted in this blog. I just looked at the date of my last one...it has been a little over TWO years now. I think I might need to turn fully electronic now, I forgot my journal at home, and I wanted to make sure to record these thought to ensure I remember what God has been doing in my life. Probably need to remember to put things in my bag before coming to work...

Last night was quite a long evening. Mason woke up in the middle of the night to night terrors I think. First time we have experienced it. Well, maybe first time we got to define it. MD sites say that it is because of possibly interruption of sleep. I think we may have pushed him too hard through the day and did not keep him on the sleep schedule. Very scary. He wakes up and lets out blood curdling cries of pain and suffering. There is nothing to be done about them. Experts say soothing them makes it worse. There is nothing to be done but make sure that toddlers do not hurt themselves and wait till they calm down. Of course, this is intensified by the emotional type of guy that Mason is. I would know, he got it from me. :) There is nothing we can do and on top of that, I have to remain strong for him, and let him work through the emotions. All without getting frustrated and angry that I am not able to get a good night sleep after a long Sunday.

Then I read Psalms 38, the suffering of the sinner. Hearing the pain of suffering, not be able to control it, being overwhelmed by the power of sin and doing nothing but to be able to hang on and rely on God for the hope of it's relief. Having the power of the guilt and pain overcome the entire being, without being able to hear, or make sense of anything. Complete and total reliance on God. As a mortal father, I understand the limitations I have, even as being a servant of the Almighty. It overwhelms me to think that I cannot do anything for my son, and yet to know that my Father in heaven is holding everything in his hand. This time shall pass. I need to remember to cling to the hope of the presence of the Lord, and cry out to him. He is enough to take on the challenge of hopelessness, because He is hope. May I cry out for Him, remembering that I cannot do everything of my own power or action. But in His power all is possible. A desperate pursuit of Him, may I get to that point.