Many people apparently struggle with sleeplessness. I have always said that I could “sleep hanging on a nail.” For the most part, I have not had difficulty sleeping in any kind of circumstances.
With the birth of a new Emmaus community I have been introduced to another Christian campground. Its charm is undeniable. Its beds are the topic of many conversations, I’m sure. And most are probably uncomplimentary, I’d imagine.
When I arrived in our assigned dorm, I found old angle iron constructed bunk beds with well-worn mattresses stationed around the room against the walls. I made my bed with my own twin sheets and blanket, kept in a bag just for such occasions. Then after changing clothes and bidding my bunkmates goodnight, I sat down, then tumbled backward into a sinkhole. A tie and spring sling held the mattress loosley, its tension undone by four score years or more of metal fatigue from the strain of thousands of physiques of every shape and size. Mine, undoubtedly, made it groan.
I turned on my side, nestled down in the hole and slept the sleep of one who knows she rests securely in Christ’s love.
“I will both lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety.” Psalm 4:8