You all know that my wife Terry is struggling to get off a prescribed medication they said was "no problem." Well, it became a BIG problem. Decreasing her dose results in a spin of the "Wheel of Misfortune" and her body throws a tantrum. Lately that wheel has landed on insomnia.

I can't let her endure it alone, so I sit next to the bed as she tries to get to sleep. Last night it took 'til 5am for her to finally sleep.

It's one thing to not be able to sleep and another thing to stay awake when your body screams for sleep. I pray most of the night and ask God to help Terry to get to sleep but I also ask God to help her so that I can get some sleep. I have learned that those prayers don't always get answered the way I intend. One night as my eyes felt like they weighed ten pounds, I asked God to take my sleep from me that I can better help Terry. Guess what? Within seconds, I was no longer sleepy and needed no caffeine. I remained alert until Terry got to sleep and then I rested well.

God's answers are always best and rather than "giving options" perhaps we should simply "present our struggles."