Psalm 127:2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Ours
is not a life of anxious care but of happy faith. Our heavenly Father
will supply the wants of His own children, and He knoweth what we have
need of before we ask Him.
We may therefore go to our beds at the proper
hour and Not wear ourselves out by sitting up late to plot, and plan,
and contrive.
If we have learned to rely upon our GOD, we shall not lie awake with fear gnawing at our hearts; but we shall leave our care with
the LORD, our meditation of Him shall be sweet, and He will give us
refreshing sleep.
To be the LORD's beloved is the highest
possible honor, and he who has it may feel that ambition itself could
desire no more, and therefore every selfish wish may go to sleep.
What
more is there even in heaven than the love of GOD? Rest, then, O soul,
for thou hast all things.
Yet we toss to and fro unless the LORD Himself
gives us not only the reasons for rest but rest itself. Yea, He doth
this.
Jesus Himself is our peace, our rest, our all, On His bosom we
sleep in perfect security, both in life and in death.
Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood, I lay me down to rest As in the embraces of my GOD, Or on my Saviour's breast.
~Charles Spurgeon~
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