Last night was one of those nights. No sleep. You know the ones... no real reason, just a series of events that keep you from the sound night's sleep you were hoping for.
For me, I was a little late getting to bed. My son was still up and needed just one more kiss (about 3 times). Then, "Oops..tomorrow is Monday, I better make sure I have an ironed shirt for work." Then a few more things like that before I could actually get myself into my bed. As I lay there unable to doze off, it occurred to me that perhaps that double latte I had late in the afternoon was not such a great idea, although it seemed like a spectacular one at the time.
After finally just falling off to sleep, my husband, who couldn't sleep either, (lucky for me, his cure for insomnia is doing the dishes)came back to bed. But he was still tossing and turning, so I found myself awake again. This went one for hours...awake, slightly asleep, just getting really asleep, awake again. It was a vicious cycle. Toss in a son with a wet bed at 2am and a hurting foot at 2:30am and you can begin to get the full picture. All the while I'm looking at the clock thinking, "I only have X number of hours left to sleep until my alarm goes off."
This morning I opened my Bible to Psalm 62 and read the first verse:
"My soul finds rest in God alone
my salvation comes from him.
He alone is my rock and salvation;
he is my fortress, I will never be shaken"
Then again in verse 5
"Find rest O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him."
When David wrote these verses he was dealing with larger issues than a poor night's sleep. Thank goodness that's not the case with me today. But the truth is still there for me to read and be encouraged by. So this morning, while the rest of my family sleeps in peacefully, I will find my rest in God.