He said, "Go away. The girl is not dead but asleep."
Ah, sleep! Those blissful hours of slumber. Undisturbed by the cares of the world.
Restful. Healing. Restorative.
To wake to a morning feeling renewed. Eager to greet the day.
I covet my sleep. All eight hours.
Yes, that is what I need to spend in repose if I am to properly meet the challenges of the day. To face them head on. Conquer them.
Because, when I don't get enough rest, no amount of caffeine can cure me. Get me firing on all six cylinders.
I'm a spluttering engine. Puttering through my foggy thoughts. Unable to make good decisions. Any decisions.
Worst of all, unable to write.
Sleep-walking through a wasted day.
And, grouchy? I'm a mama-bear-and-you're-messing-with-my-cubs grouchy!
So, when it's time to hit the hay. To call it quits. Escape from thoughts and enter dreams.
Do. Not. Disturb.
And, that includes you, dear cat, who thinks it's time to eat at 3:00 a.m.
Meowing me from deepest slumber.
Waking the sleeping giant.
Who now can't get back to sleep.
Okay! Okay! I'm up! I'm up!
And, praying there is a nap in my future . . .
How many hours of sleep do you need each night?
Will you pray with me?
Thank You, Father, for the gift of sleep, the time when the cares of the day are dispelled and our minds and bodies rejuvenated. I pray today for my friends who suffer with insomnia - please cure them so that they, too, can enjoy a full night's rest. May all our slumbers be peaceful. Amen.
Psalms 107:33-43 or 108:1-6 (7-13)