Last night I couldn't sleep well. I just kept thinking about everything that needed to get done. My sermon, my article for our local paper, preparation for our church membership class, church elections, Amanda and Michaela both not feeling well and even this new ministry of Custom Scars.
While laying in bed with a racing mind, I was reminded to stop and slow down. A ticking sound made me stop. In 2010 when i had an artificial aortic valve grafted in, due to the thinness of my chest, I hear it ticking all day every day. An average heart beats between 38-42 million times a year and hear most of mine. I can't get away from it. I tell the kids that as long as they still hear daddy ticking that things are going fine.
So last night as I could sleep, my mind racing, I continually hear TICK, TICK, TICK. Sometimes beat is skipped here and their, but the TICKING never stops. I thought about the blessings of the medical field and the technology to be able to save people's lives. I thanked God for my ticks (not the one's on deer) and prayed that my mind would settle so I could fall asleep.
You may count sheep to fall asleep, but last night after I thanked God I counted my TICKS.