I got a ridiculous amount of sleep last night, and it was delicious. I’d tell you how many hours I visited dream land with Winken, Blinken, and Nod but those of you who are parents of small children or busy executives with breakfast meetings (or both) would just hate me. Suffice to say, it was more than I get in my normal life. Wendell and I are traveling today, and our only deadline is the check-out hour of Holiday Inn Express. Ahhhhhh.
When I woke up, though, I was thinking about how much faith it takes to sleep. Have you considered that? How do people who don’t believe in God surrender to so many hours of Not Knowing what is happening around them?
Seriously, if I didn’t trust God, I think I’d jar myself awake every hour. I would worry that I might stop breathing, or that the house might catch fire, or a bad guy might sneak through the window, or the Russians might have already dropped a surprise nuke. (okay, you had to grow up in the sixties to share that one.) But you get my point. Deep, peaceful, total lack of consciousness is a huge step of faith.
Next time you worry that you don’t love God enough (none of us do) just remember that you went to sleep last night.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To retire late,
To eat the bread of painful labors;
For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.
Psalm 127:2-3
I don’t begrudge you your hours of sleep. And this is so true – it does take faith. Though our bodies do eventually take over even when he lose faith. Been there. Didn’t you think about this during Avatar? Yikes – to go to sleep knowing the people you’re fighting in one world can just basically pull your plug in the other one. Oi vay.
When “WE” lose faith, that should say.
Actually, I did think of it then, Seren. I’d already written the post, but it made the concept even more real to me. And, I’m one of those people who use sleep to escape stress, so I always sleep more when things are tough. It’s a blessing and a curse 🙂