It amazes me how easily a child falls asleep. They run, they play, they eat, they sleep. It's that simple.
Yet, me? Well, I couldn't sleep again last night--three nights in a row. At about 3 a.m. I wondered if morning would arrive before I even felt sleepy. I wasn't worried about anything. I wasn't upset. I wasn't anxious. Just couldn't get sleepy.
So I started talking to God about how wonderful He is. I thanked Him for His awesome, hallowed name. I praised Him for His goodness and glory. I thanked Him for His protection and provision. I didn't ask Him for anything. In fact, I didn't even ask for sleep. I just talked to Him about how great and powerful He is. The next thing I knew...
it was morning. Isn't that neat? selahV
