Many people have trouble sleeping today. Medical doctors talk about three stages of insomnia: early, middle, and late onset. For some, sleeplessness is a physiological issue, for others it is a moral issue. I am not going to diagnose you or judge whether your sleeplessness is ethical or physiological… but I can point you to Jesus.
Anne Bradstreet, an American Puritan, and poet, knew the trials of a sleepless night. Let Mrs. Bradstreet point you to Jesus:
By Night When Others Soundly Slept
By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.
I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
With tears I sought him earnestly.
He bow’d his ear down from Above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.
My hungry Soul he fill’d with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.
What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I’ll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue him to Eternity.