That we are not much sicker and much madder than we are is due exclusively to that most blessed and blessing of all natural graces, sleep.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
Most of the time we think we're sick, it's all in the mind.
Our goodness comes solely from thinking on goodness; our wickedness from thinking on wickedness. We too are the victims of our own contemplation.
In the midst of these hard times it is our good health and good sleep that are enjoyable.
It's unfortunate biologically we have to sleep.
Every life has a measure of sorrow, and sometimes this is what awakens us.
Our huffing and puffing to impress God, our scrambling for brownie points, our thrashing about trying to fix ourselves while hiding our pettiness and wallowing in guilt are nauseating to God and are a flat out denial of the gospel of grace.
If we sleep more than is needful for the refreshment of the body, it is wasting the time with which the Lord has entrusted us as a talent, to be used for his glory, for our own benefit, and the benefit of the saints and the unbelievers around us.
We deem those happy who from the experience of life have learnt to bear its ills without being overcome by them.