Restless Heart Syndrome

I got a FitBit fitness tracker for Christmas, and I really enjoy it. These kinds of devices are not necessarily new for me, because I have used a pedometer for years to track my steps and activity. What I like about my FitBit is in addition to tracking my steps, it tracks my heart rate and sleep patterns. 

It’s been years since I wore a watch, but I find the little device to be quite motivational. It urges me to add some movement and motion to my day when I otherwise might sit at my desk, or do what the Swiffer commercial calls, “deep couch sitting.” In fact, just a couple days ago, I was nearing my 10,000 steps per day goal, but it was getting late, so I did a number of laps around the kitchen to make sure I crossed my threshold. Tracking my steps is pretty neat, but I think the most eye-opening stat it gives me is for sleep. 

Sleep is critical for us. When we are young, sleep is when we grow. Sleep also is crucial for recovery and healing, both physically and emotionally. Experts recommend that children get some ten to twelve hours of sleep, and adults six to eight. If you are anything like me, though, that seems more like a goal than a recommendation. There is no doubt the world we live in — from the high value of busyness and connectivity, to the blue light we receive from our mobile devices and flat screen televisions, to the stress and anxiety that bombards us from all directions — makes it increasingly difficult to get the recommended amount of sleep we require. This, I suppose, is why the sleep tracker on my FitBit is my favorite part of the overall experience. 

Each morning upon waking, I sync my FitBit to check my sleep pattern. The trends I notice since I got the device for Christmas are not terribly encouraging. Even though I aim to sleep the eight hours recommended, I typically get about six-and-a-half to seven hours of sleep; I wake up once or twice a night; and I am restless about every fifteen minutes. Not the best of reports. 

There are some tried and true recommendations I am incorporating into my evening routine. I try to limit my snacking after dinner. I try to limit the use of my iPad and iPhone for the last hour or so before bed. I try to go to sleep with white noise (which my parents started me on when I was a baby) while keeping the television turned off to avoid politics and even sports just before bed, both of which rev me up. We keep our room cool at night (the optimum sleeping temperature, from what I understand, is 67-degrees). I also use a sleep mask to experience total darkness. I try to utilize all the tricks, but still find myself restless. 

There is no doubt many of us are restless. It might seem circumstantial, but I think this is more or less the default position for human beings. The great theologian, St. Augustine, wrote in his famous book, Confessions, about the human relationship to God: “You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.” I think this sums up my life pretty well. My theological diagnosis? Restless Heart Syndrome. 

Do you have RHS, or Restless Heart Syndrome? You know the side effects. Difficulty falling asleep or staying asleep; frequently waking up in the middle of the night; racing heart rate; staring at the ceiling for hours on end; midnight trips to the kitchen for a snack; pacing the floor; overwhelming wonder about when you’ll be able to go to sleep. I’ve had them all. And I found a pretty good antidote I want to share with you.

Prayer. 

Yep, prayer. It seems so simple, doesn’t it? Yet there are admittedly times when we are up in the night, that prayer is one of the last places we turn while wondering and worrying about what tomorrow holds. This brings to mind the line of the great hymn, that we might not know what tomorrow holds, but we do know who holds tomorrow. I know this works. I have the evidence. 

The other night I was anxious about a heavy schedule the following day. After some time of experiencing the main side effects of RHS, I took to prayer. In my prayer time, I asked Jesus to go with me into the stressful appointments. And I heard an answer. Really, I did. Wanna know what Jesus told me? He said this, as plain as the FitBit on my wrist…

“I’m already there.”

That is 100% true. Every word of it. I promise. But it’s not really my promise, now, is it? It is God’s. 

“Be strong and bold; have no fear or dread of them, because it is the Lord your God who goes with you; he will not fail you or forsake you…It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.” (Deuteronomy 31:6 & 8, NRSV)

Beautiful, isn’t it? And profound. For me, I knew God would go with me, but hearing God tell me he was already there put a smile on my face. It helped me face the day with confidence and grace. And as I tracked each and every step thanks to my FitBit, I knew that I might as well be able to count every one twice, because it wasn’t just me who was walking through the day, but it was Christ with me. It’s amazing how knowing you don’t have to go through anything alone helps tend to RHS, or Restless Heart Syndrome.

Is your heart restless? Turn to Jesus. If you are anxious about what tomorrow holds, know that Jesus holds tomorrow. And he isn’t just holding it, he is holding you, too. For whatever you have to do, and wherever you have to go, if you are doing it for the Lord, he is already there waiting for you. And that makes me smile.

May you have a smile on your face and a spring in your step, knowing that Jesus is with you. Always.