I woke up this morning praising the Lord for my sleep. I have a strong cold. Rest is always so desirable, but sometimes so elusive. It is even more desirable when I am sick. One of my reoccurring fears is that I will be in great need of rest and I will be unable to rest. I praise the Lord for real sleep.
I have heard people call death the great sleep. for me to hear this knowing that the Lord is good, is encouraging. It is like death is not to be feared anymore than I fear I good nights sleep.
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