We had a very tiring weekend. First Calvin was gone from Friday to Sunday at the youth retreat, and then Eli and I spent Saturday with the kids at the retreat and the whole Sunday with family in Pleasanton. My eyes were creeping shut voluntarily as I was brushing my teeth last night.
But before the clock hit 6am, I heard Eli up and crying, usually a sign of the beginning of our morning as he never goes back to bed after waking up. I dragged my feet out of bed and stopped real quick at the bathroom before going into his room. As I sat on the toilet, I prayed and thanked God for the number of hours of sleep that I was able to get and asked Him to grant Eli more sleep (he slept late and woke up early, a bad combination).
Then I walked over to Eli's room to find complete silence... I waited to see if he would cry anymore and not a peep came... So I went back to bed and Eli didn't wake up again until 2-1/2 hours later when we really needed to get ready for his gym class. Praise God for answering a simple little prayer. He does hear all and blesses those who seek him.
