I've been a father for a little over a year now. In the early days, sleepless nights were understandable. My son was a certified baby: couldn't walk, couldn't talk, couldn't chomp down on a piece of cheese or my ear even if he wanted to. But now, things are different.

He's 1 year old and cruising around as if on roller skates. He shows off his extensive vocabulary of "Mama" and "Dada" througout the day. He'll eat anything in sight, mostly as long as I'm trying to eat it.

Sleepless nights are supposed to behind us, but one recently hit. I didn't handle it very well.

We were moving, so the days were busy and stressful. I went to bed around midnight, ready for a well-deserved night of rest. However, my son woke up screaming right after I drifted off around 1:00 AM. More crying at 2:00. The screamfest resumed at 4 and continued until 6. From what I could tell, nothing was wrong with him.

I basically spent the night in his nursery, trying to soothe him back to sleep. When my wife got up to take over, I yelled "I'M SICK OF HIM!" as I stormed out of the room. If the words had handles, I would've caught them and shoved them back in my mouth.

I was overcome with remorse. Saying that you're sick of someone is essentially a wish that they would leave.  Leave the room, maybe leave your life. I don't EVER want to feel that way about my baby boy. God has never felt sick of me, and I've done much worse than keep Him up at night.

I prayed for forgiveness and repentance. I continue to pray that I will let Love rule over my emotions. With the tongue being full of deadly poison, you need to watch what you do with it.

Has your flesh recently yelled something that your spirit didn't mean? Have you repented of it?