For so He gives His beloved sleep Psalm 127:2 NKJV
It was one of those infrequent events.
I awoke after 7 on Saturday morning and realized that I had slept for 8 hours, and I had only been up once in the night too. What a great feeling!
I am not sure when I last got 8 hours although I seem to come close once or twice a year. In general, however, I am forced to count 6 or 6.5 hours as good. I don't love it when life conspires to limit me to 5 hours or less. Unfortunately, life does this to me too friggin often.
But was I on the verge of a life change? Would this be a beginning of something new: of me getting more of that beloved sleep that the Psalmist mentions?
Sadly not, it seems: not on Saturday night, and not last night, Sunday. On both nights I was up by 5 with only a little help from Lacey. Sigh.
In my case, Milton's experience is truer than the Psalmist's.
What hath night to do with sleep?
John Milton, Paradise Lost
Addendum: It’s a little after 8AM. Sue is still sleeping. She goes to bed at 9PM or shortly thereafter. It’s like rubbing salt in a wound, I tell ya.