One of the least fun parts of getting older is sleep becomes very touch and go. Some nights, I don't sleep at all it seems. I just toss and turn. On those nights, all the worries of the world want to invade my brain. I have to fight to keep them out. I have found that the best antidote to worry and despair is prayer. Sometimes it helps me fall asleep, but sometimes it doesn't. Either way, something good has to come of all that prayer.
Lately, I have slept so little that I can't believe my whole face isn't one dark circle under red bloodshot eyes. My waking patience and mood and persistent headache are all evidence of Mr. Sandman taking a vacation from yours truly. But last night, I don't know what happened. I slept. I slept till 8 a.m. This is unheard of. I awoke and the week or two long headache was gone. I looked in the mirror and was surprised how refreshed my image seemed. I wanted to tackle the day before me. What a different perspective one holds after a good night's sleep. I think the whole Middle East is maybe suffering from lack of sleep, and that's why there is so much unrest out there. This is my antidote for world peace- prayer and a good night's sleep. I am living proof it changes things.
Psalm 4:1,4-5,8 (NIV)
Answer me when I call to you, my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; have mercy on me and hear my prayer. [4] Tremble and do not sin; when you are on your beds, search your hearts and be silent. [5] Offer the sacrifices of the righteous and trust in the Lord. [8] In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.
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