Last week reading Paul's missionary journeys helped me through a sleepless night. When Paul faced a sleepless night, he sang hymns and saved souls (Acts 16). I grumble and catch up on my Bible consumption.
My sleep did not fare well last night, either. I had visions of my mother-in-law falling, and my father-in-law's skin bursting open. I prayed for them.
As much as I delight in sleep, the occasional battle with restlessness is a gift. It calls me to spiritual devotion. It exposes the fears and stresses that plague my mind. And it reminds me that my help comes from the LORD, who keeps His beloved and does not slumber (Psalm 121:2-4).