Sleep is a miracle drug.

I know the facts. 
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People who get enough sleep--

• Get sick less often.
• Stay at a healthy weight.
• Lower [their] risk for serious health problems, like diabetes and heart disease.
• Reduce stress and improve [their] mood.
• Think more clearly and do better in school and at work.
• Get along better with people. (Get Enough Sleep)

I’ve read the statistics, verifying the above and more. (100+ Sleep Statistics)

And yet I am a terrible sleeper.

I toss and turn. I abandon one position for another. I itch—everywhere. I can sense sleep coming on — as real places morph into places that only appear in my dreams or that pool of black flows along my inner eyelids begging me to follow. I can feel myself begin to surrender to it and then —consciously or unconsciously—I pull myself back.
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I let my mind run from one scenario to the next; dive into conversations I might not need; wrestle with a problem, pin it down, and then hang on to it till morning.  I let my mind jump from one topic to another until it feels like I’ve competed in every Olympic event in one night. (This blog left the starting blocks, by the way, at 3:30 in the morning.)

I want sleep. I welcome it. And yet, right when I feel sleep taking control, I often wrest it back.

I have tried multiple sleep aids: white noise, wine, melatonin, non-prescription sleep aids, NyQuil. All with varying results and morning-after side effects.

This is nothing new. Growing up, I would sometimes have to lie on my stomach, raise my heels to my rear, and let each leg fall to the mattress until I was too tired to lift them any more. Only then could I fall asleep.

There could be multiple reasons for my inability to fall asleep, but I know one for sure. I have trouble Letting Go and Letting God.

The Bible reminds me that if I would, then rest . . . and sleep . . . would follow:

Matthew 11:28-29:  “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”

Philippians 4:6-7: “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

Psalm 4:8: “In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, LORD, make me dwell in safety.”

Proverbs 3:21,23-24 “My son, do not let wisdom and understanding out of your sight . . . Then you will go on your way in safety, and your foot will not stumble.When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.”
Isaiah 26:3 You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.
Yes, I know a sure-fire solution for some of my sleep problems. Full surrender. A complete emptying of myself and my thoughts into God’s care. Then trust . . . and sleep. 

Nothing feels better than a good night’s sleep. And sometimes, nothing is harder to come by. So much can rob us of restful sleep: to do lists, excitement, strange beds, unfamiliar surroundings, anxiety, pain, worry, stress, heartache.

And yet sleep is so important to our heath and well-being. In fact, “Neuroscientist Matthew Walker believes that lack of sleep is the greatest public health challenge we face in the 21st century. He says the lack of sleep is making us sick, making us fat and making us dumb.” (A neuroscientist explains the power of sleep)

But sleep is what God promises us in Psalm 127:2b “. . . he grants sleep to those he loves.”

Tim Challies wrote a beautiful blog based on this verse which you can read by clicking on the title, (He Gives His Beloved Sleep). I can not recount his entire blog, but there is one quote I do want to take from him. He said, “What would we give to those we love if we had all the power of God Almighty, if we could dispense any gift from his endless storehouse? We would give the courage of a hero, the voice of an angel, the wealth of a king, the strength of a champion. God makes no such promises. Rather, the promise God makes is this: He gives his beloved sleep.”

As much as we wish others a good night’s sleep, we have no power to ensure it. Only the God who created rest can grant it. But we can play a part, for Isaiah 26:3 states, “You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed upon you, because he trusts You.”

During those difficult hours, when your mind wants to run hither and yon, keep it on and trust the God who promises us peace . . . and sleep.

Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash

I love music. All styles of music. Well, almost all. There are a few genres I’m not crazy about. But I must admit one of my favorites is dance music. Now, I can’t dance a lick, but I love the positive, heart-pumping, endorphin-creating, body-moving beat of dance music.

Which is why I was surprised to hear that dance beat with Jordan Feliz’s new song “Next to Me.” The lyrics are all about being out of sync with God, the struggle of wanting to be in control of his own life. But after thinking about it … well … I was reminded of another dance party … years ago.

The Ark of the Covenant was the physical reminder to the Israelites that God was there with them, and the place where God would meet them. It housed three items: the Ten Commandments, a golden pot of manna, and Aaron’s rod that blossomed. After Moses’s death, the Ark was located in Gilgal, then moved to Shiloh for 400 years because of the Israelites massive disobedience. It then fell into the hands of the Philistines, who promptly gave it back when they were plagued by plagues. Then it went to Kiriath-jearim.

But when David was anointed king, he wanted it back in Jerusalem. In his haste, he did not follow God’s instructions for transporting the Ark and a man’s life was lost and David’s plans were put on hold. But finally, David was able to bring the Ark to Jerusalem. So excited was he to have the object that demonstrated God’s faithfulness and very presence so close to him that David “danced before the Lord with all his might” (2 Samuel 6:14).

So it is no wonder that Jordan Feliz chose dance music for this particular piece because though the song confesses his struggles, it also emphasizes God’s patience and constant pull to bring him back to where he needs to be––right next to Him.

When you realize that there is no better place to be than right next to God … well … you can’t help but dance.

Around the eighth grade, my father began to teach me tennis. I loved athletics and high school was just around the corner. Basketball was a given as my father had been a basketball coach. Volleyball was fun and in the fall. That left the spring without a sport, so my father thought tennis would fill the void.

I fell in love with the sport immediately. However, that didn’t mean I was any good at it. In fact, my freshman year, I can remember hitting one good shot all season. I played mixed doubles, and we were playing at Roosevelt High School, and I had a backhand crosscourt approach shot. That was it –– for the entire year. My father put me in tennis lessons that summer.

The lessons paid off as I found myself in the #1 singles slot my sophomore year. The season started in February and all was going well. Then around mid March, the strings in my racket broke. I took my racket to my parents and asked to have it restrung. They said “no” and gave me another racket to use. This “new” racket was old and cheap, and I wanted nothing to do with it. After all, I was now #1 and awesome and thought I deserved a little respect. I did what any self-respecting fifteen-year-old would do. I pitched a fit. My parents were unmoved.

I had no choice but to play with the racket. I did have a choice, though, about my attitude, so I chose the best option––play the victimized martyr and keep complaining. For three weeks I took this tack and then I realized that my birthday was just around the corner.  Though I still grumbled a bit to show my discontent, I had resigned myself to the racket, so now it was now time to play the good child.

My birthday arrived. In fact, it was a surprise sixteenth birthday party with my entire tennis team. Lots of food, lots of fun, plenty of gifts. One gift I remember in particular. A long, rectangular box which held –– two brand new Billie Jean King rackets, strung to perfection. I was speechless.

My family was not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination. I know because we ate liver and onions––a lot. So when I saw those two state of the art rackets, I knew they had required a bit of sacrifice to buy. To put it mildly, I felt stupid. My parents' “no” was simply because they had already purchased something far better than what I had wanted––what I thought I had to have to be happy.

That little scene comes back to haunt me every time I pull my fifteen-year-old attitude with God. When I stomp my foot and thrust out my lower lip because He has not given me something I want, and have to have, right now, when all the while He has something much better waiting for me.

The problem with demands is that we make them from an incomplete perspective. We absolutely believe that we know best what will make us happy and fulfilled, and that not getting that (item, person, job, etc) will conversely make us unhappy and unfulfilled.

I am sure, occasionally, God has given in to my childish, selfish tantrums and let me have what I wanted just to appease me, (or I have just bulldozed my will through the situation) and now I often look back and wonder what I had actually given up to have my own way. I will never know, but hopefully, I have learned that God’s gifts far surpass my demands. And at this Easter time, I am eternally thankful, that Jesus willingly submitted his will to his Father's so that I could have the greatest of gifts.

First published April 1, 2015

“The longest journey you will ever take is the 18 inches from your head to your heart.” Moikanos

I came across this quote the other day and it got me thinking, and the more I thought about it, the more I agreed with it. For instance, I have often found myself in total agreement with the following statements:
 



I need to exercise more often.
I should eat less and eat healthier.
I should be more patient, less selfish.
God is faithful and trustworthy.

     The problem is that often when I make these statements, they are only intellectual in nature, which means I agree with them, but I do not act on them. Somehow, that statement has to make the 18 inch journey from my head to my heart and only then will it be something I truly believe in. So though I know I need to exercise more often, not until I take it to heart will I actually act on it.

     This realization brought back an illustration I once heard that I think brings this truth to light. Perhaps many of you have also heard it.

     It is the story of Charles Blondin, the 1800s French tightrope walker who would perform various tightrope stunts, many across Niagara Falls. One particular time after performing a few different feats successfully, he then brought out a wheelbarrow and asked the crowd how many believed he could successfully cross Niagara Falls pushing the wheelbarrow. Either all or the vast majority raised their hands. He then asked for a volunteer to get into the wheelbarrow. Not one volunteered. Though all believed intellectually he could do it, none believed in their heart he could.

     Unfortunately, that is sometimes our view of God. We say we believe He is trustworthy, that we can trust Him with our lives, but in reality we aren’t willing to get in the wheelbarrow and give Him control. Why? There could be many reasons, but here are a couple I have had to work through. First, many of us really don’t want to leave this side of the falls. We like the life we have and even though we say we believe Him when He says He has an even better, more fulfilling life on the other side (and I’m not talking Heaven, just life here on earth), we say no. Second, we don’t trust Him to hold onto us as we cross some great chasms and fearful moments on this journey.

     To say we accept Jesus as our Lord and savior is one thing, to mean it means we are willing to get into the wheelbarrow, to give Him control of our lives. That’s step one. Then, as most of us have realized, throughout our lives, on our daily walk with Him, we have to choose again and again in various areas of our lives to willingly get into the wheelbarrow. We finally surrender one area of our lives after we have mucked it up enough times only to watch Him make something beautiful out of the mess. Yet we balk at giving Him control over the next area because we seem to be managing it okay for the moment. Our memories are short . . . both on His faithfulness and goodness, and on our ability to screw things up.

     A lot of us say we believe in many things: selflessness, generosity, commitment, God . . . but I would hazard to guess that in reality that list is much smaller than we think, for somewhere in that eighteen-inch journey, probably right about where our mouth is, that belief gets stuck right in the back of our throat.

First published June 30, 2015