Another restless night could make it difficult to care for your children, make it through the board meeting with your eyes open, or have the clarity of mind for an interview.īut as nighttime falls, God already knows our needs.

If you’ve struggled with setting your mind to rest and falling asleep at night, you’ve likely experienced some pre-bedtime anxiety. Why would he make this promise and then allow me so many restless nights?īut what if God shows his love for us not only through the gift of sleep, but through the gift of sleeplessness? Might he use sleepless nights to draw us closer to himself? To depend on him each moment of the day? When Nighttime Falls But the majority of the time, consistent sleep through the night has been a struggle - a struggle that can leave me feeling exhausted and discouraged.Īt times, the words of Psalm 127:2 have stung: “It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil for he gives to his beloved sleep.” In my worst moments, I’ve questioned God’s love for me. I’ve grown to be deeply grateful for a good night’s sleep. I feel like a new woman when I sleep continuously for six or more hours. A frequent prayer request of mine is for better sleep. But most of the time, nothing seems to have a long-lasting effect. I’ve tried natural remedies, exercise, limited screen time, reading, and even prescription medicine to try to solve the problem. Whether the cause is children, evening work shifts, or anxiety, the battle with sleeplessness is a common trial. Being a mom has trained my ear to wake up at the slightest noise, and once I’m up, my mind turns on, and it’s hard to shut back down. Somewhere in the midst of waking up in the night to nurse babies or care for a sick child or tend to someone who had a nightmare, my sleep cycles were significantly altered. Sleeplessness has been the thorn in my flesh for a handful of years. “One day our sleeplessness will be exchanged for perfect rest in eternity.” Doesn’t God give sleep to his beloved (Psalm 127:2)? Why has this become a routine trial for me? Eventually I’m left feeling exhausted and frustrated at the same time. Before I know it, my thoughts are off and running, trying to figure out the carpool schedule for the week, or calculating when I’ll have time to finish a task, or replaying a difficult conversation. As I toss and turn, trying to get comfortable, my mind clicks on like the rooster just crowed. The red numbers glare at me through the darkness of the room, taunting me to try to get back to sleep.

Lie lie again by stacy wise